All Dressed Up...

....and someone to kill. Tim and I went on a murder mystery dinner date. We had to dress in character. Tim was an American gangster who wasn't allowed back into the U.S. because it was rumored that he killed someone. I was a seamstress with a clientèle of the elite in Paris. Of the eight of us at the dinner, we had to accuse others of murder while dodging our own accusations. Here is a picture of our stellar costumes.


Tim "grew" a mustache just for the occasion and sported a new shirt that feels like heaven and matching sweater vest. I wore this shiny, 3-tiered number that I bought in Germany.