There was a sudden lunge forward knocking her off balance just enough to cause her to stumble, but he was there, catching her elbow to steady her. Recovering a more steady stance, she blushed and turned her face downwards, hiding her eyes coyishly beneath the crisp rim of her hat. She was terribly embarrassed, but found herself taking the opportunity to check that her new heels weren’t scuffed in the jumble. Remembering her manners, she looked up to thank him and gulped realizing who it was that saved her from an even more embarrassing scene, or not…. Thankfully the fresh air rushing over the ferry off the river cooled her freckled cheeks back to their creamy ivory color.
This past weekend was the vintage moment Ive been waiting for all Spring, The Jazz Age Lawn Party. The journey getting there alone is an experience to be had. The air is filled with excitement and the line for the ferry is all dressed up and ready for the party, building your anticipation even further, as you can now start believe the day will not let down. Upon approaching the island, you are greeted with old buildings, perfect sprawling grass and huge shady tress. Making your way closer to heart of the venue, the sound sound of jazz spills out over the top of the last rolling hill.
So much vintage, so little post space.”
Everyone at the party was dressed, and dressed so well! The music played all day, the dancers were delightful and energetic, stepping and tapping to the band, filled with energy fueled by yummy food, spiced with St Germain’s cocktails and perfect weather…. Are you ready? Step back into the Jazz Age with me…