Life goes on as it is wont to do. Not so long ago, Mr. Peter and I went to the Redlight Cafe for their “Speakeasy” night. Our good friend, the dashing Count Kazinsky accompanied us. He’s such a sweet man and a joy to have around. We had the most enjoyable evening. This event was rather 1920's in theme but it was also an Atlanta Steampunk event but we were the only ones dressed, Mr. Peter and I in proper evening clothes and Count Kazinky in a daring red brocade blazer which he assured us is the height of fashion in Poland. I’m dubious but he did wear it well.
The event began with a dance lesson for something called the East Coast Swing. I partnered the count and Mr. Peter found a comely young lady to dance with. She seemed quite charming and a good dancer. In spite of not exactly being a ladies man, Mr. Peter was so entranced by her charms that he had trouble keeping his feet on the floor for staring at her low cut dress. Sadly, there was only one piece played during the evening suitable for dancing. A couple took to the floor and put on such a show that it was embarrassing for we novices to dance next to them.
One of the performers had to cancel at the last minute and perhaps there would have been more dance music if they had been there. Mr. Peter’s dance partner turned out to be a song bird and filled out the show. In spite of claiming to not be comfortable singing in public, she was just amazing with the most exquisite voice. I assured her later that she had nothing to fear and she should sing in public at every opportunity. The dance instructor turned out to be a very good tap dancer, in a dress that seemed to get smaller with every number, but we all agreed that we saw far too much of her. Unlike the songbird, she apparently has no problem at all dancing at every opportunity.
It was just a fantastic evening. The room was set as a supper club with cabaret tables and chairs for everyone. Although food was not offered, my vodka gimlet was mixed perfectly and served in a proper martini glass. Not many bartenders these days can serve classic cocktails. They used to have these every month but now only four times a year. We will absolutely go back next time. Our friend Miss Oni is having a birthday party in a few weeks at the Heretic. I’ve misplaced the invitation but I’m sure the club will have a listing for it. The theme is Vampires. That should be most amusing, though I hope not too macabre. Really, fake blood splashed about is so de trop. Her events are always fun, though, and I’m sure this one will be, too. Do introduce yourself if you are there.
We are very excited! A new item is ready for the Emporium. We are adding a brown leather trimmed gym bag to the Vagabond collection. Your proprietor would not set foot in such a venue for self torture but I know many of you enjoy it and you should at least look stylish while doing so. A somewhat more luxurious full leather one will be added to the Adventurer collection soon. It’s not up, yet. Photographs must be taken in the next few days. I’m debating whether to add one matching the Adventurer version in black leather to the Traveler collection. I’m not sure that black leather is appropriate for the gym but really these bags could be used on many other occasions so perhaps so. I would certainly welcome my readers opinions on the matter. Ever in your service.
The Trowbridge Emporium is the convergence of many of my life long passions. It is a showcase for my love of leather and skill as a leathercrafter, an opportunity to buy and sell the antiques and collectibles that I love, and a gallery in which to share things of beauty and quality with the world, presented with the style, elegance, and impeccable service of days gone by.”