And it seems nobody took any pictures of anything, oops. (Well, I took six. They're all of us on the carousel in the City Hall square, and they're all horrible, so. Except I think
this one of Robin's kind of adorable!)
We ended up being able to squeak into a last-minute reservation at the much-more-atmospheric-than-the-alternate-option Dandelion Pub (it's easier to make a reservation for 5 people than 8 or 9, who knew?), where we happened to be at a table in the middle of the room, and got stared at by what felt like several dozen people. Come on, vintage isn't THAT WEIRD, people! Must be the hats. Hats freak people out.
The extremely-festive snow did make the walk from the restaurant a bit of a trek; it's impressive how the snow was blowing directly into our faces while we headed both north and then turned east. I think I'd have been happy to do a little more browsing in the Christmas market if there hadn't been quite so much snow... But we did take a ride on aforementioned carousel, since we are all only about ten years old, and then picked our way over to Macy's to see the (slightly creepy animatronic) Dickens Village, the Very Famous Light Show (which was advertised as having the organist play live at that hour but it was all FILTHY LIES, as there
was an organist but all he did was sit on the damn bench and take pictures with his lady friend. Well, f you, sir), and for me to wax poetical about the
Wanamaker building, because I've been going there my whole life and I love that damn thing.
A full third of the Christmas tree had its blue and green lightbulbs out, though. Ooops. Also, John Wanamaker's meditation room, which has what I suspect are Tiffany glass windows, and which he originally built for his employees to have a space for quiet time to themselves (religious man, but wanted all faiths to be welcome, which is Not Bad for a 19th/20thc rich white dude) was filled with Christmas merchandise. It's on the walk-through to the space where the Dickens Village lives and is usually closed up. Nice for everyone to be able to see the stained glass panels, but...yeesh. (
I am not religious, but I do have sensibilities, and crass materialistic bullshit kind of offends them.)
Unless it's a commentary on this country's real religion...but I cannot imagine Macy's having that kind of motivation. LOL.
Aaaanyway. We packed it up after the light show, since everybody but me had a fairly long train ride home (hah! tables are turned this time! usually that's my job). Not the world's most thrilling event, but I hope everybody had a decent time! And the walrus skirt was a hit - I wore it again today and got an amusingly gushy compliment from a lady at the train station.
Stolen from Robin on IG:

(And yes, I still intend to finish up the Horrible Plaid Dress, and either 1/ see if I can make it less horrible, or 2/ write out a very informative post for the general public as to why it's horrible.)