“Fashion is such a fairytale and it is such a fantasy.”—Marc Jacobs
The dress up party was unplanned. Nonnie Cecile had searched her stash of costumes from when our daughter Michelle was a child. It was amazing there were enough there that our granddaughters Lyla and her baby sister Emmy could wear. It brought back memories of when Michelle was in a musical theater summer camp at the Jewish Community Center directed by Laurel Perelman-Cohen.
Our take-out lunch from the Saratoga Farmers Market was delayed as the girls got in character and spontaneously showcased their costumes. Lyla dressed up as Minnie Mouse and Emmy dressed up in a pink tutu which she called her “princess" outfit, and then added a witches hat, and a court jester. I founded it interesting and comical that at the finale they used our fire place hearth as center stage together to show their costumes. They were having so much fund and delighted us to no end. The late Kate Spade once said: “As far as I’m concerned playing ‘Dress Up’ begins at the age five and never truly ends.” Emmy proved her wrong, Emmy is almost two, which shows you're never too young to play dress up.
The girls enjoyed their Salvadoran papusas from the Tio Santos Mexican Stawl, and Cecile, Michelle, and I loved our vegetable crepes, chicken pot stickers and steamed barbecued beef buns.
