This year's was very nice. Instead of being in the synagogue itself, it was held in a lovely place called the "Picnic House." This is a brick structure in Prospect Park, which is one of the loveliest parks in NYC. It's unheated and uncooled, but it can be opened on either side, and tonight was *perfect* - just cool enough.
We moved away last September. This was the first time we've seen a lot of those people since then. I wore my suit. It's dark with pinstripes. The skirt reaches way below my knees, and there's a long slit I really need to have made into a pleat. The jacket reaches below my hips. When I first tried it on, I used the dickey, the little modesty panel that fits inside the v of the jacket, that came with the suit - the same pinstriped material. It looked wrong. Dark They gave me a pale, pale green one instead, and all of a sudden, it was beautiful. The jacket and the waistband are a tad tight, but not noticeably to others and they are wearable. I wore black tights and my good shoes, which are lace up low heeled ankle boots because I have rotten feet, and my white Shabbos hat. My boss, who is also the synagogue treasurer, kept saying how pretty I looked. She herself wore a pretty dress - a lace top over a taffeta skirt. It's so weird seeing your boss in a social situation entirely unrelated to work.
We just had a lovely time. I'm glad I went, and I'll be happy to go next year.
