Public Service Announcement: The Austin Garden Party and 1920’s slang

So with the exception of seeing John Krasinski present his new movie last night at the Drafthouse (I TOTALLY get it, ladies: John Krasinski is too cute for words, genuine and self-deprecating and talented, topped off with a warm admiration for Austin and a serious jawline), it’s been a rather chill weekend. Why? I’ve been saving up all my muster for tonight’s Garden Party!

Yesterday, I swung over to Buffalo Exchange, and picked up some 20sish duds for tonight’s festivities: Pink slip dress thing, vertically stitched stockings and lace-up, square-toe shoes. (Austin Eavesdropper already owned that turban hat with flower pin – as well as a large pink feather boa, which in all honesty she is still debating for outfit. Too much pink, methinks).

I turned the flash of the camera off in an attempt to make said ensemble all vintage-y looking.

This is just the regular hanger where I keep my jewelry; I do believe pearls are in order for a proper flapper costume.

Also! A Public Service Announcement (a la Jane Austen’s Bleet-Up commercial) has been created for the Austin Garden Party. Once again, try not to let this video blow you away with its professionalism. Picture quality is ever so slightly….BAD, on YouTube, as opposed to iMovie. Like, creepy-lonely-guy-in-the-basement-talking-to-himself BAD. Perhaps a video guru type person knows how to upload iMovie videos so that quality is maintained. Are you out there, video guru?

Moving on: Today, we are discussing 1920s slang:

Wow, I move my head a lot.

Anyway: fellas and dolls, whatcha waiting for? Come spy all the big sixes and bearcats you want tonight at The Liberty. There may even be some juice in it for you!