Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Ladies, Among Others, Who Lunch
A moment with dear Mrs. Helen Hokinson and her trademark ladies, for no good reason other than it's been a mildly trying Tuesday.
Actually, double the number of people at the table and you've more or less got Mr. Muscato, me, and a small select cercle that ate out this past Saturday in one of Our Nation's Capital's many eateries aimed primarily at gentlemen who use the last word of that caption in a rather different sense than did the spritely Mrs. Worthington there.
Oh, just look at them, that trio, in their gay early-spring hats (note the fur; I'm guessing the second week in March) and eager mealtime expressions of anticipation. You just know, given the obliging, ladylike hostess and dangling plant, that they'll be having one of those quaint artistic lunches so much in vogue - a nice chicken vol au vent, perhaps, or one of those intriguing, so authentic quiches. Apple tarte, of course, for dessert - little Mme. Durand in the kitchen is a treasure, dear, and nothing less.
This charming vignette does set up one small surprise: the possibility that ladies - even quite sensible matrons - actually wore those peculiar conical hats that turn up so frequently in Adrian designs of 1938-41. I frankly always thought they were a purely Hollywood invention, but apparently not. Live and learn!