Trokadero Ballet Night

Dressing up to go to the Trokadero Ballet. Gary had shaved his moustache off for a while (I never quite got used to him without it) He'd found or borrowed a tuxedo for the event – a real tuxedo! – and looked quite elegant, Except for the clogs. Clogs were a thing with the Banffshire boys for a while. I think they liked them because they were easy to kick off and kept your feet higher than regular shoes off wet Vancouver streets in winter. Also, clogs were hard to wear out.

Stephen went as some sort of nun. I wore my mother's dressing gown, circa 1940s. We were fabulous.