For New Year’s Eve this year we decided to head out and try something new, a murder mystery dinner and dance. It was a Casablanca themed evening and everyone was to dress 1940’s style. Since we both have authentic vintage pieces from that era it wasn’t a stretch for us.

I wore a 1940’s dress (hemmed), gloves, and hat. The handbag is 1950’s and the shoes and faux fur are modern. It took me all day to do my hair (damn victory rolls!) as I have to wet set it to get the curls otherwise they fall out in 5 minutes.

I even went online and researched 1940’s makeup and applied false lashes for the first time in my life. After much frustration, swearing and pig-headed determination I managed to get them on my eyelids. I had eyelash glue everywhere and at one point my eyelid was stuck together. Bravo to those of you that put on false eyelashes daily.

Although I followed the online instructions to a tee my makeup looks the same as always, other than slightly bigger brows. I have zero make-up skills.

Don Draper Robert is wearing a blazer, vest, tie, cufflinks, tie clip and hat all from the 1940’s.

Out of the hundred or so people that attended this event maybe half of them dressed up. Out of the people that dressed up the actors in the murder mystery were the only ones that could compare to our costumes.

My point is that we really went the distance with our costumes and yet…we didn’t even place in the top three, let alone win.

Normally I’d just pass this off as bad luck, but this is the fourth time we have gone to events like this, often dressed in authentic vintage and we have never once been chosen for best costume or even placed.

I’ll remind you of our other outfits…1920’s party last year.

Wearing almost the same outfit below to the V is for Victory dance 2014 but Robert has a caterpillar crawling across his lip and I look 10 lbs thinner. Eeek!

Swing Out To Victory Dance 2013

Each time the winners have been in their early 20’s.  I’m starting to think our age is why we aren’t being seen.

The last thing I would think of for my husband and myself is that we’ve become invisible however I can’t think of any other reason as to why we would continue to be overlooked at these events.

My ageism rant is over, but I am still miffed.

The rest of the party was great, the food was good, the people at our table were nice, we danced until I was well past the “glow of perspiration” and it was a very fun evening and a great way to ring in the New Year.

We are planning on going to a 1920’s murder mystery in February. I just have to figure out how to shave 30 years off my age so I stand a chance at winning.  Easy peezy.

I’m taking tips from Cici Marie for styling my next 1920’s outfit. Maybe I’ll try a wig and some Botox.

Now please direct me to the fountain of youth. I need to take a dip.

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