Why I overdress...

I've heard this from my friends for years... But it's true and it makes me who I am. I am a person who loves historical clothing. There, I've said it. And today proved it (again) to me. I had purchased a ticket yesterday for the newly opened London theatre show of Top Hat. It's a remake of the 1935 movie staring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. The stage play is true to the original script with a few extra songs to make stage segways more easier. I have to admit I was singing along with the cast a few times. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Knowing hubby would NOT fully enjoy this show, I took the oppertunity to go to a matinee. While trolling the on line sites, I came across one with a added offer for champaigne and cheese sampling at a French cafe around the corner. Extra bonus with this, no booking fees. So even if I blew off the tasting, it would be cheaper than the regular seat. Oh, and since I was a single, I got second row, center seat (with no one in front of me). Can you believe it? I was thrilled. But back to the bubbly. This adorable cafe called French Bubbles on Wellington street had a glass of champainge (even blanc de noir for thosse of us allergic to chardonay) and a full size cheese platter. It was a "sample", but I was full afterwards. Oh the dancing and costumes were amazing. It seems that a bunch of the choreography might have been lifted from the film. Which is okay with me. I recognized some of it. But it was amazing. And this is no huge stage either. Nine or ten male and females dancers hoofing their way across a stage, which I swear is smaller than a high school stage, was an amazing feet. (pardon e pun). And the costumes were delightful. I was trying to make mental note to duplicate them later, but I think without a photo I won't make it. They were stunning. And I promised myself a trip to the American Bar at the Savoy seeing I was only two blocks away. After a wonderful show, and feeling like I walking on air, why not. This time, there was no private function and I got a single seat at the bar. I dedcided on trying one of their signiture drinks- the White Lady. Not really a fan, as it wasn't sweet enough for me. But I tried again with a Bramble and, perfection. The music, which was jazz classics, filled the room and the glassw are was spectactular as well. The overall feeling was that of an early 20th century club. Very nice. If you get the chance, go! So all in all a fabulous day. I wish every day could be this nice. At least for those of us who overdress...