Party at The Four Deuces

So there was a party at The Four Deuces, right? Only that The Four Deuces was Marley's place, and the whole thing was a Murder Mystery party set in the 1920's. It was quite the interesting affair... sometime around Thursday it dawned on me that I didn't have a costume and that I wanted to look authentic, so I went all over the place looking for something to wear. I didn't just wanna wear any regular flapper dress, so I looked online for inspiration, considering that I have at home a most gifted seamstress. In the meantime, on Friday, I stopped by Party City where I got myself a bob wig, and borrowed some gloves and jewelry from Rose. Mami helped out by buying two modern dresses to butcher. So here's the process! I showed Mami this picture (which I do not own and I found in a roaring 1920's blog):

And then I showed her this picture (which I also do not own):

and with inspiration taken care of, Mami went to work! First we decided that I wanted solid black and she figured the material and a little something something to spice up the ensemble.

She butchered the first dress by cutting up the top part, and the second dress, since it was a floor length full sleeved number, she made shorter and cut off the sleeves and a new neckline to match the times. 

From Rose, I borrowed a bracelet, a ring, a cigarette holder (that I ended up not using since I had so many things in my hands already), black gloves. I walked all of Knickerbocker in order to find the fake pearls.

The rest of the costume was taken care of by rummaging through the house. A notebook handbag (white), the killer shoes had a higher heel than I wanted (since women usually wore the two inchers back then), but they were the only closed toes sandals I had hiding in my closet, and they had a buckle diamond embellishment that went well with the diamond embellishment Mami had sewn into the dress. I added some white stockings to complete the black and white theme and Presto! You can call me Penny Cheatum. Yay Mami! 

I have to admit though, that getting ready was the most fun part of the whole deal. The party in itself? It was okay - I only knew about 5 to 6 people in the room, and having to walk around making up stories and small talk about fake people and fake events can be draining. Murders kept happening but I don't think my mind was really into figuring out whodunit. (It was the money hungry daughter who done did it, by the way.)

Afterwards, however, Mi Cariño (who was Scoops Jennings, a female journalist that dressed like a boy in order to be a journalist) and I were ready for some food, and so we made our way to what we're trying to make "our Diner" - for the next few months at least.

I had me a grilled cheese sandwich under a mountain shoestring fries.

which was a perfect way to say see you later Roaring '20s! I had a blast!