Where Did I Leave the Valium?

Today was our Halloween costume contest at work. To say mine was a success is a bit of an understatement. People I've never seen were being sent to search me out. The costume itself was nothing elaborate but apparently I do 'the look' very well. A little too well, perhaps, as five different people told me I was born in the wrong era. What was I? Why, a 1950's housewife!

I can almost smell the pie baking!

I didn't realise until I got home but this was the only picture which was in focus and it's also the only one which didn't show my awesome high heels. For a little authenticity, I would like to draw your attention to the glasses that I'm wearing. These are my grandma's glasses from the 50's which we found in the original house on the farm (no longer standing) during one of our treasure hunts.

The case says Lethbridge because that's the big city where you go to buy everything!

Also to add to the 'authenticity' (or 'because it makes me laugh') I drank my water from my martini glass all day. I even asked our CEO if he could top me up... twice.

It was all about the lipstick on the glass!

It was a fun costume except three hours later I'm still wearing the fake pearls and wishing they were real. Perhaps this is the start of finding my hidden domestic goddess.

Non sequitur: The spell check wanted to changed 'Lethbridge' to 'lawbreaker'. Ah, no. Not even close. Thanks for the giggle, blogger!