I have my ball gown out. In fact, it’s occupying much of the couch at the moment (all those tulle skirts makes it kind of bulky). Of course, I’m now trying to get the bits fixed that didn’t quite work – or weren’t quite finished – when I last wore it at Janne’s wedding. And the ball is tomorrow night, so I have to get on with it tonight, really. So why didn’t I fix it immediately after the wedding? Or maybe start a few weeks ago? Well, I’d have had to relinquish my crown as the Queen of Procrastination, wouldn’t I?
So. You’re probably all thinking “What ball?”, aren’t you? The St. Andrew’s Ball, naturally, organised by the Oslo Scottish Country Dance Group and the Caledonian Society. I have mentioned the dancing before, haven’t I? Well, whatever. Martin and I started going to the dancing Monday nights and it’s great fun. So tomorrow night I get to wear my ball gown, sit down to a three course dinner and dance the night away. And probably pass out from lack of air, as the gown is pretty tightly laced around my chest so that breathing properly is a bit difficult.
I tried the gown some time last week, getting Linda to check the length (it was really too short last time, but then I was wearing high heels – this time I’ll be in dancing shoes, and so it’s perfect. I suspect I checked the length barefeeted when sewing it) and it really makes me feel like a princess. I ought to have a tiara. Nevermind. I’ll make do with necklace and bracelet fashioned with my newly aquired (or is it discovered?) make-your-own-jewelry-from-pearls-and-wire skills.
And I will try to manage to get a picture this time. At Janne’s wedding I ended up with loads of pictures, but I wasn’t in a single one of them.