Sunday, August 28, 2016

Summertime Blues

August has been a taxing month, and I will not be sad to see it end.  It had a few lovely moments, and many stressful ones, and at the time I was just too tired to write about them.

It began on a happy note with my favourite baby, Nicholas, celebrating his first birthday.  I have the pleasure of working with both of his parents, and have been able to interact with him during the first year of his life, and he's a total charmer who loves everybody.

Later that weekend, things took an unfortunate turn, and I ended up in Emergency for 4 hours one night and 7 hours the following day with abdominal pain that they were unable to diagnose, but during the hundred and one tests they did, they found a "hazy patch" on my lung.  Just the kind of thing you want to hear after having had little sleep, no food, and have been on IV painkillers for seven hours.  More tests and a doctor's appointment later, turns out I had a severe lung infection.   Cue to a week off work, and a lot of sleeping and watching Netflix.  It seems I am the person who gets pneumonia in the summer.

The cloud had a silver lining, in that it allowed me to binge-watch the Miss Fisher Murder Mysteries series on Netflix.  I developed a huge girl-crush on the character of Miss Phryne Fisher (on the left in the photo above, pictured with her companion Dot), who is basically a female superhero.  The series is set in Melbourne, Australia in the 1920's and has smart writing, engaging characters, and outfits to make you weep with envy.   Click on the "source" link above to read one blogger's opinions about why it is such a great show.

 When I felt well enough, I did little walks around the neighbourhood and visited with some of the local critters.  Clockwise from top left:  Miss Kitty, one of the store cats at the Silk Road Store, attempting to do some fishing; one of the many (and I mean, many) cats that live in a house in my neighbourhood.  Most of the neighbours are aware of the "cat hoarding" situation and we keep an eye out to make sure they are not being mistreated or starving;  Varg, my neighbours' 14 year old chihuaha, whom I've grown very fond of;  and two more residents of the "Cat House".

I also was able to spend some quality time with my little girls, Ginger (above) and Ruby, though not in the best of circumstances.  Ruby got sick with a respiratory infection, and after a trip to the vet, I brought her and Ginger home with me while Heather and her husband were away on vacation.  It was a challenge given that my lungs were already compromised but I was careful not to handle them too much, and used my inhaler regularly, and we were fine.  It was obvious from their behaviour they were very happy to be home, and it made me happy to have them with me again.  Unfortunately, I can't keep them with me forever, so I'm enjoying their companionship while I can.

When I felt well enough, I did a bit of thrift shopping, because there's nothing like a bit of shopping to take one's mind off the fact your lungs are crap

My best score was this beautiful heavy silk, reversible embroidered robe.  The purple side has an orange dragon on the back and front.  I can't wait for it to get cool enough to be able to wear it over a t-shirt and pair of pants.

And I wore stuff....

Aside from a few basic pieces, most of what I wore this summer was purchased secondhand.  The two outfits above cost me less than $25 each.  On the left:  silk top from The Silk Road Store, skirt from Style 360 Consignment store.  On the right:  1980's shirt from The Sentimentalist, pants from Talize.   Fly London sandals with both.

By far, the pieces I acquired that received the most wear were this top and wide-leg denim trousers.  I found them at Talize at different times, both were $8 a piece.  I wore the pants at least once or twice a week unless the humidex was near 40 (which it quite often was).  The top was so comfortable in the heat and the polka dots made me smile, especially when I paired it with my yellow dot earrings from Value Village.   I had received good news from my doctor the day I wore this outfit - after two rounds of antibiotics, my lungs sounded much better, and if a followup x-ray in 4 weeks doesn't show any more infection, then I'm in the clear!

You never appreciate your health as much as when you don't have it, and it may be a cliche to say that "Without your health, you have nothing", but it's a cliche because it's true.  You can't fully participate in life if you're exhausted, going back and forth to doctor's appointments and medical tests, waiting for results, and generally feeling worried and unwell.   That being said, I was very grateful for our Canadian Health Care System which meant I was able to get the attention I needed in a timely manner.   It felt great to have the energy to go out on Friday night with friends to see a Flamenco performance, instead of feeling wiped out after a full day at work.  I was also happy that I felt inspired and well enough to write this post.   Hopefully it won't be so long before the next one.

Monday, August 1, 2016


OMG - it's August 1st ALREADY!!!  I can't believe two months have passed since I visited Mel in Vancouver.  I am starting to feel the travel itch again, so to sustain me until the fall,  I'm going to post some of the photos you haven't seen yet to remind me of an adventure that seems like it happened oh-so-long ago....

I stayed in a beautiful apartment via AirBnB and the photo above is the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.  It has been about 20 years since I was last on the west coast, and there are certainly a lot more high-rises now.  Housing prices in Vancouver are outrageous, and I could never afford to live in a place like the one I stayed in.  My hosts were easy to get along with and very helpful and it made my visit so much nicer knowing I had a comfortable, friendly place as a home base.

The second night I was there I took a walk down to the water where you can catch one of the cute little Aquabuses that will take you over to Granville Island.

It looked like it might rain, so I decided to just do a short trip around False Creek.  It was nice being out on the water, but soon the wind picked up and the skies grew very dark so I cut my voyage short and arrived back on dock just as a thunderstorm hit (which are apparently rare occurrences in Vancouver).

I met Barbara, a lovely woman who follows my blog (and Melanie's) for a drink at the historic Sylvia Hotel, where I stayed the first time I visited Vancouver in the late 90's.  The hotel lounge has a gorgeous view of English Bay, and I had an excellent cocktail (something with tequila and cucumber, I think).

A couple of friends had requested I bring them a pebble from the English Bay beach, so after I left Barbara, I headed to the beach (it had just started to rain, which was to be a theme for my trip) and caught this photo of a heron.
If the weather had been nicer, and I'd had more time, I would have like to have spent more time on the beach.  I find looking out onto a body of water to be very relaxing, and the beach, which was more shells (I'm assuming zebra mussels?) contained some interesting critters if you took the time to look.

 The Vogue Theatre on Granville Street opened in 1941 as a first-run movie house - its original appearance was restored in 1998 and now serves as a space for the performing arts.  The theatre is  home to the Vancouver International Jazz and Film Festivals.  Further down the street you can see the marquee of the Orpheum theatre, built in 1927.  It is now the home of the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra.  The city I live in could learn something from Vancouver's willingness to restore and re-purpose old movie theatres.

The iconic John Fluevog shoe store on Granville Street, the oldest of the existing Fluevog stores

I think this poster was advertising a brewing company, which I wouldn't usually take any interest in, but I liked the artwork.

Recalling a tasty meal with Melanie at the Cactus Club Cafe that finished with a serving of their impossibly delicious Caramel Chocolate Mousse (warm caramel foam, crunchy sponge toffee, velvety chocolate mousse).  We were tempted to lick the dishes.

Downtown Vancouver is a mix of old and new buildings, and the gentrification of formerly affordable neighbourhoods, particularly on the Eastside, which has a large, low income population, has resulted in the wealthy and the poor living smack-dab up against each other.   On my way to meet Melanie for brunch at the Acme Cafe on East Hastings street, I decided to explore the neighbourhood and after walking along a block populated by rundown rooming houses and hotels, I turned the corner and found myself in front of the Versace Home Store.  

On my way to brunch on Sunday I took note of the public toilets that are a common sight in downtown Vancouver.  The idea of going down a flight of stairs into a dark, underground passage in order to relieve oneself doesn't sound like a particularly safe, or pleasant experience, particularly at night. 

I had a lovely, if all-too-short, time with this delightful trio of bloggers at brunch on my last day.  Left to right: Sue (A Colourful Canvas),  Melanie (Bag and a Beret), and Louisa (Damselfly's Delights)

The back view of Sue's marvelous coat, handmade by her talented self

Melanie gave me this funky Asian cotton robe that she had personalized with a sketch of the two of us on a piece of fabric she sewed onto the back.  Unfortunately it's been way too hot here to be able to wear it.

After brunch Mel and I took turns posing against a graffiti-covered wall by a parking lot, and managed to smile despite the aroma of urine that wafted from the pavement.  I gave Melanie the "corset" t-shirt she's wearing here and I love the outfit she put together around it.  A corset, skulls, polka dots, stripes, and a red patch on her butt - it doesn't get any better than that.   Spending time with Melanie inspired me to be more creative with my own outfits and experiment with my makeup (I loved my blue eyebrows and have been occasionally incorporating a more subtle version into my daily look).

Unfortunately, it's not possible to have regular visits when most of your friends live in other provinces or other countries.  If I won the lottery, one of the the first things I would do is go and visit all my blogging friends, and then fly them all to New York for one massive photo shoot!  Keep your fingers crossed!

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Rainbow Bright

Today was our annual Pride Parade, which caps off almost two weeks of Pride Festival activities here in London, Ontario.   Following this year's unusually small contingent of Dykes on Bikes was a group carrying signs with the names and photos of the people who were killed in Orlando at the Pulse nightclub on June 12th.  Most Pride parades that have happened since that date have included a memorial to the 49 victims.

I usually watch the parade from the sidewalk in front of my friends Mario and Sarah's house, and this year, there was to be a party on the porch after the parade to celebrate the impending nuptials of Mario and his fiancĂ© Leif.  Their sign generated a lot of well wishes from parade watchers.

My neighbours came to watch the parade with their kids, who brought a sign they made to hold up at the parade.  Good parents, great kids.

The police, paramedics and fire department all have small versions of their vehicles they use in the parade.  The guy driving the mini police van looked like he was having a good time.

The parade is very much a community event - while we don't have the lavish floats that parades in larger cities have, we do have a good turnout of people representing various local organizations.

Pole dancers from Studio Chic participated in the parade this year, to enthusiastic applause 

My favourite outfit this year was the head-to-toe rainbow worn by the gentleman above.  He is a familiar presence in the parade and I would guess he's in his late 60's.  He's got damn good legs!

These lucky women got to ride in a jet for the parade

The woman cringing on the left is trying to avoid the spray of water from Leif's garden hose

The guy with the bike asked to be sprayed and he got his wish.  In the background are members of the Canadian Armed Forces, who were marching in the parade for the first time this year.

It was cloudy, and we had rain later in the afternoon, but it held off until after the parade.  The street on our corner was wet from Leif's enthusiastic spraying of the parade participants.  It was hot and humid and many people requested they be hosed down, but two police officers came over and gave Leif a hard time about spraying people saying that "People who didn't want to be sprayed were getting sprayed" and they wanted him to stop.  He explained he was only spraying those who asked for it but they gave him a talking to for several minutes before they left him alone.  A few minutes later I was sprayed full on by a parade participant with a super soaker, without my consent, but apparently that was fine. Most of the police officers who work at the parade are great, but every now and then you get one or two that seem to feel they aren't doing their job if they don't give someone a hard time.

One of my favourite captures of the day

Naomi Nadea makes her own costume, complete with spectacular headpiece, for the parade every year, and I always look forward to seeing her latest creation.

Best spectator outfit - a combination Canadian/Rainbow flag as cape

That was the parade for this year!  It's an excellent occasion to get to know your neighbours and support your community, so if you've never attended, mark it on your calendar for next year. 

Friday, July 8, 2016

Bits and Pieces - Raggedy Designs

During the 7 years I've been writing this blog I've occasionally been contacted by a company to see if I would be interested in writing a "sponsored" post on my blog.  Basically, this means "You write nice stuff about us and we'll give you something for free", although I have also received requests from companies with no offer of compensation of any kind.  Most of the time I can tell the person sending the request hasn't looked at my blog and has no idea what I write about.

It was a refreshing change to be contacted by Hayley Trezise, designer of Raggedy, from the UK, after my photo was included in this post on the blog Warning: Curves Ahead .  Trezise had actually looked at my blog, and didn't ask for anything from me in her initial email.   She wanted to introduce me to her designs because she thought I would like them.  And I did...

A sample of Hayley's designs, worn by one of her regular customers, and photographed by Alice Weston.  I was immediately drawn to the mix of shapes and fabrics.

As a child, Trezise watched her seamstress mother put clothing together from scratch, including unique dresses for her daughter.  As a teenager, Trezise created her own wardrobe from charity shop and jumble sale finds, as well as her own designs.  She was inspired to pursue a Fine Art degree, specializing in sculpture, and her interest in exploring shape and form in various media, as well as the desire to recycle society's castoffs came together in Raggedy.  

Trezise's studio/shop - photo courtesy of Hayley Trezise

The designs have strong sculptural shapes, and are made from a combination of stitchwork, patchwork, ruffles, and multiple layers, and they are often deliberately asymetrical.

I asked Hayley about what inspired her designs and what she hoped to achieve with her clothing:

"Raggedy is about inspiring people to explore new and different ways of celebrating art and fashion, while supporting our fragile environment.  I believe whole-heartedly that each individual (male or female) should be seen for who they truly are and not be afraid to stand out and be seen.  This message is within each garment I create because this has become one of the most important things within my work.  I struggle with mainstream fashion because of the control it has over us telling us each season how we should dress to 'fit in', also, this includes a throw away society that creates destruction in landfills.  Slow fashion, timeless fashion, and ageless fashion, are what I believe in, so generally I break every rule in the fashion industry.  My clients are fun, creative and have an eye and an appreciation to stand up and be seen, while appreciating the creative work in the clothes, which continues to be sewn into the very fibre of Raggedy's heart."

I  saw a dress I liked on Raggedy's website that was on sale, and asked Trezise if she would be willing to do a trade - the dress in return for a post about her designs - and she agreed.

The "Atom Tee dress" is made from re-purposed t-shirts, and retained some of the designs on the t-shirts - hence the atom graphic on my butt, and the phrase "am not insane" on the front.  As a fan of The Big Bang Theory television series, I recognized the text as part of the Sheldon Cooper quote, "I'm not insane, my mother had me tested".  The dress is roomy and very comfortable, and was the perfect thing to wear on a hot day in the park.  The neckline is more open than I'm used to wearing so I added a colourful cotton scarf.

My Missoni collaboration Converse go with everything

I also wore the dress to work, with black accessories and a pair of sheer pants I found at Mesh Clothing Boutique.

The dress has a good "twirl" factor and the colours go with a lot of things I have in my closet.  The only thing missing are pockets (note to designers - all full dresses, skirts and pants should have them). I was really happy with the comfort and versatility of the dress - it can be worn on its own, or layered over a long-sleeved shirt and tights in colder weather.

Because of the forgiving shape of many of Raggedy's pieces, they can be worn by all ages and body shapes.  I asked Trezise about the average age of her customers and if the increase in the number of women over 50 appearing in ad campaigns and on blogs such as Advanced Style had any effect on her designs.

"When you work closely with a woman's body, it is fascinating how many women I have worked with has one bad thing or another to say about their bodies - too skinny, too big, too tall, too short, large boobs, small boobs, loose arms, no bum, etc.  I feel we just need to accept us for who we are, in every way.  all of my clothes can be worn by any age.  My main range is between 40 - 60, but I have had teenagers buy Raggedy, and an 85 year old too.    Most of my clothes work with all body shapes; some are loose and sculptural, still emphasizing the female body, and some are tapered in just the right places to elaborate the beautiful curves of a woman.  I love to see older women wearing my clothes - I have great admiration and respect for women who are of an age, who have lived a life and show self-love and self-respect and that they are unafraid of any judgement because they are who they are.  It is an inspiration."

Photos above are from a shoot Trezise did with a 20, 42, and 70 year old model wearing her clothing

You can purchase Raggedy clothing and accessories direct from the website.
A big thank you to Hayley Trezise for introducing me to her designs, and for my lovely dress!

Sunday, June 26, 2016

"We All Dressed For Bill"

The "Bill" in the title of this post would be William (Bill) J. Cunningham, street photographer extraordinaire, who passed away yesterday in New York at the age of 87.

 photo of Bill Cunningham from 2010 by Scott Schuman, from his blog The Sartorialist

If you're not familiar with Bill Cunningham, I suggest you watch the 2010 documentary by Richard Press, Bill Cunningham New York, or read the 2009 profile in New Yorker magazine, or some of the lengthy articles currently in the New York Times, where Cunningham worked for almost 40 years documenting the fashion parade on the streets of the city.   Wearing his uniform of a blue French worker's jacket, khakis, and black sneakers, pedaling his bicycle through the streets of New York with camera in hand, he was a New York icon, and in fact, was designated a "living landmark" in 2009 by the New York Landmarks Conservancy.

In an article he wrote for the New York Times in 2002, Cunningham referred to himself as a "Record Keeper"

MOST of my pictures are never published. I just document things I think are important. For instance, I’ve documented the gay pride parade from its first days. It was something we had never seen before. I documented every exhibition that Diana Vreeland did at the Met, but every picture is of her hand on something. I do everything, really, for myself.

I suppose, in a funny way, I’m a record keeper. More than a collector. I’m very aware of things not of value but of historical knowledge. I remember when Chez Ninon was closing in the mid-70’s. I went in one day, and the files were outside in the trash. I said to the secretary, “Well, I hope you gave all the letters from Jackie Kennedy and Mrs. Rose Kennedy to the Kennedy Library.” And she said, “No, they kept a few, but they felt that the rest were too personal, so they threw them out.” I rescued everything I could and still have it.

Bill Cunningham was an important inspiration for me when I decided to start my blog.  I was familiar with his work from the style pages of the New York Times - I loved his weekly video series, "On the Street" which included his voice overs - and was inspired by the joy he found in documenting what people were wearing.  He went everywhere - fashion shows, fund-raisers, parties, or his favourite observation corner of Fifth Avenue and 57th Street.  He was known to attend multiple events in one evening, spending only a few minutes at each one getting a few photos and then hopping on his bicycle and heading off into the night.  I will confess that at one point I entertained the fantasy of being the female version of Bill Cunningham in London, Ontario.  The thing is, no one else can, or could duplicate what he was doing, because no one else had his eye for THE thing, the detail, the colour, the tilt of a hat, the tie of a scarf - whatever it was that made something special enough to be captured by his camera lens.  He had an appreciation for the eccentrics and creative dressers, and was a gentle, kind, and humble man. It was always about the subject, never about him, and he tried to remain as anonymous as possible when he was out shooting.

The photo above was taken during my most recent trip to New York, when I was out for dinner with the Idiosyncratic Fashionistas.  I'm holding my treasured "Bill Cunningham" necklace made of Perler beads by Victor-John Villanueva.  New York was the only place I could wear it where people actually knew who it represented.

So of course, as a huge fan of Mr. Cunningham, my ultimate wish was to see him on the street or at an event during one of my visits to New York.  When I was there in October 2011, I arrived at the Manhattan Vintage Show only to learn that "I had just missed Bill".  This happened again the following year, and I began to think I would never see him in person.  My friends, The Idiosyncratic Fashionistas, had been photographed by Cunningham several times, as had a number of the other women I knew in New York.   

During a visit in October 2013, I was invited to tag along with the IF's to a party they had been invited to at the Tribeca Issey Miyake store.  The theme was red and black, and I had purchased a red and black Japanese kimono style coat at the Manhattan Vintage Show that day, so I was appropriately attired.  Mid-way through the evening (you can read about the party on my blog here) I spied a familiar figure walk through the door of the store - a spot of blue and khaki in the midst of a crowd of black and red - and my heart started to race.  Jean was standing next to me, and I immediately began poking her with my elbow and saying "It's Bill!, it's Bill, it's Bill!"  I had met designer Jean Paul Gaultier earlier that day, which was an absolute thrill, but it paled in comparison with coming face to face with Bill Cunningham.

I snapped three quick shots of him as he was photographing people at the party, and almost passed out when he approached Jean and me.  I tried hard to act nonchalant, as if I lived in New York and seeing him was no big deal, but failed miserably.  I babbled something about how much I loved his work and how he was such an inspiration, and kind gentleman that he was, he nodded and said thank you.  I'm sure I blushed as red as the pants I was wearing, but I felt like I had just won the lottery.   Then, the unimaginable happened.  He took a photo of Jean and me standing on either side of a man  wearing a wildly colourful Issey Miyake outfit.  I had just been photographed by BILL CUNNINGHAM!!  When Anna Wintour said that "We all dress for Bill", she didn't just mean all the fashion industry people, she meant everyone in New York who has ever secretly, or not so secretly, dreamed of appearing in one of his photo collages in the New York Times.  And on the following Sunday, my dream came true.  Click here, and scroll down to the bottom of the photo collage, to photo #45.

Thank you, Mr. Cunningham, for giving a small-town girl her ultimate style validation.  Your passionate commitment to documenting the ever-changing vista of personal style on the street inspired so many of us, and New York will be just a little less exciting without the chance of a "Bill" sighting.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

High Society

It feels very strange to be writing about attending a fashion/fundraising event when only a few days ago 50 people were shot to death in a gay bar in Orlando Florida.  My deepest sympathy goes out to the family and friends of those who were killed or injured in the attack, and once more, I am very grateful that I live in a country with stronger gun legislation, and for the love and acceptance I have in my life.

When I was visiting Vancouver, Melanie was able to secure us invitations to a chi chi event - a private reception for celebrity photographer Emma Dunlavey and fundraiser for Beauty Night Society.  The event was hosted by LuvnGrace Entertainment at LEONE, an elegant palace of a store that sells luxury goods from designers like Prada, Dior, Alexander McQueen and Georgio Armani, to name a few.

Yours truly and Melanie with Colleen Tsoukalas, who told Melanie about the event

Melanie and I weren't sure what to expect, as this was not the kind of thing we attended regularly.  According to the Facebook description of the event, (it) "will host an elevated list of key influencers in Vancouver and those who are notoriously savvy in the art scene: a truly high-fashion mix of local socialites and celebrities, models, photographers and up and coming “cool” kids that have both industry legitimacy and international resonance."  
Not being influencers, socialites, celebrities, etc. we assumed we would be the proverbial "fish out of water".

As soon as we entered the store, we were greeted by Vernard Goud, of LuvnGrace Entertainment, wearing a vintage jacket and a custom Boar's head neckpiece by Carolyn Bruce Designs

LEONE is a spacious store full of beautiful stuff, all of it priced well beyond my budget.  That didn't stop me from enjoying the eye candy, like this lovely appliqued dress.  I liked the simple black and white colour scheme of the mannequins which made the clothing the focal point.
Although I can never imagine spending $1,000 on one piece of clothing, I can appreciate that when you are dealing with that kind of price point, there is a quality and creativity in the use of fabric and embellishment that you're never going to find at Forever 21.  Kitten soft cashmere knits, fabulously bold prints, and uniquely constructed garments drew my eye to many of the pieces on the racks.

I really, really wanted this uniquely shaped down-filled jacket, which was on a sale rack downstairs where the slightly less expensive brands were featured, but even on sale it was more than I could spend.  Sigh.....

Anyway, back to the people...

I was intrigued by this woman's brightly coloured mesh jacket and I liked how her shoes matched the pops of red in the pattern.

Melanie (left) and Denice Thompson (right)

I complimented Denice (above right) on her facinator and her beautiful jacket, and that lead to a long, enthusiastic conversation about style, ageing, and life in Vancouver.  Melanie and I were buoyed by our encounter with her and it set a positive note for the the rest of the evening.

Carolyn Bruce Designs had brought a number of pieces of her Steampunk jewellery to the event, The massive size of her work was eye-catching enough, and I also  loved the Game of Thrones vibe of the styles and elements used. 

My favourite was the Geisha-themed neckpiece, but I also appreciated the appeal of a James Bond theme and the always popular skulls.

Carolyn Bruce, wearing a stunning multi-layered piece of her own design featuring two eagle heads

Rich, in the photo above, accessorized his blue ensemble with custom-designed insect-themed brass rings and collar piece by Carolyn Bruce.

These young women are Janice Skoreyko, (left) founder of RAW Foundation, and Emma Smith, owner and founder of Zimt Chocolates.  Zimt is a raw, vegan chocolate with a lovely smooth texture and a hint of coconut flavour (I tried one of the samples of course).

Beauty Night Society founder, Caroline MacGillivray, introduced British-born photographer Emma Dunlavey to the crowd.  Images from Emma's book RAW, a collaboration with Pamela Anderson, were enlarged, framed, and on display, (above right), and a portion of the proceeds from the sale of the photos, (as well as a copy of the book which was auctioned off) went towards assisting Beauty Night Society in providing wellness, life skills, and makeovers for impoverished women.  

There were some very well-dressed men at the event.  Photographer David Bong looked very sharp in his patterned jacket and ascot.

Monny (above) has owned Envision Optical Designs in Kitsilano for the past 25 years.   His photographer and style consultant's eye for detail is consultant is evident in his personal style, from the eyeglasses, striped scarf and contrasting shoe laces.

Bikram made a lasting impression because he was beautifully dressed and delightfully charming.  David Bong had just tried to win him over to wearing ascots and had tied the print scarf around his neck just before I took this photo.

Melanie snapped this photo of Yuliana and myself at the end of the evening.  We were surprised at how much we had enjoyed ourselves chatting with people who we would have initially thought we would have nothing in common with, which just goes to show that if you are open to new experiences and willing to step outside your comfort zone, you can end up having a marvelous time.   

Thanks very much to Vernard, of LuvnGrace Entertainment, for the invitations to the event