Hi, kittens. Here’s a little pick-me-up for your Oscar Monday.
Saturday night I attended a speakeasy-themed party that benefited a Maryland historical something or other. So it’s nice that I am helping conserve some Baltimore historical shit, but the best thing about the party was that it was black-tie with 20s-wear encouraged. So I got to play dress-up! I love playing dress-up! Yaaaaayyyyyy!
I borrowed a flapper costume from one of my co-workers and then dressed it up with my Gramsy’s jewelry and accessories.
This is the before me:
And this is the after me:
You like? And here is the full outfit: I tried to be quasi-era appropriate and went for the low heel. I really loved this costume.
So anyway, for the party at Meli in Fells Point, era-appropriate cocktails like Mary Pickfords and French 75s were served. (And btw, the French 75 is the bee’s knees). I took particular interest in the little cocktail menu card at the bar because I recognized the very cool old-timey illustrations accompanying the selections. I recognized them because, hey! I own that book!
This is the Savoy Cocktail Book published in 1930 by Richard R. Smith, Inc. I got my copy (first-edition!) from my mum who scored it at an estate sale.
Stuffed inside its pages are assorted ephemera–liquor advertisements from magazines, index cards, newspaper clippings, scraps of paper, and recipe cards like “Vodka Slush from the kitchen of Carol Collins.” Here are some more of the great drawings and recipes from the Savoy:
And then I thought “why wait? Why don’t I make one now? It is Oscar Night for fuck’s sake!”
So with what I was able to gather from my depleted liquor cabinet I made a Sidecar.
The Sidecar was surprisingly sweet–although it should not have been a surprise since there was Cointreau (triple sec). I also found the drink surprisingly smooth–because (surprise, surprise) I wasn’t using the best brandy in the world.
So I sipped on this while watching the Oscars red carpet. I thought that E!’s coverage wasn’t as good as in past years–why did they keep cutting to Giuliana, Kelly glamazon Kimora, and random stylist in some studio? Why weren’t they on the carpet with the stars? How tall is Ryan Seacrest? And most importantly–who did you think was best and worst dressed?
My worst is Anne Hathaway. Hands down. Or should I say ‘nipples up?’
Best? I may have to give it to Barbara. Bitch is 70 and looks absolutely flawless. Also, I am a sucker for sequins. And caftans. And she was wearing a sort of sequined caftan. By Donna Karan, of course.
OK, I gotta peace out–the carpal tunnel on my left hand is a witchy little burn. I’ll see you all for Wiener Wednesday.