Her First Ball

So part of the crazy speed of things in my life happens to be my daughter's first ball.  She was asked, Jane Austen style, by her cousin to accompany her to the Winter Ball at her church and serve as charming conversationalist and dance partner should the need arise.  However, very un-Austenesque, she did wear her hair up (although she is not of age).  She is beautiful and growing up so fast.  The above picture I caught between dances.

A second ticket was procured so that I could chaperone and act as partner to my sister.  We had a wonderful time.  My sister and I danced most dances together trading off who was to be the boy or danced with our daughters.  The Fairfield Fancy was my favorite even though I sat out.  I developed a cold half way through the ball and if I were a Bennett would have gone home early much to the chagrin of my sister.  I toughed it out knowing that my friend Acetaminophen was waiting at home for me.

The whole evening was fabulous.  I think that there is nothing so magical as a true Ball filled with beautiful dresses, chivalrous men, great conversation, laughter, music, and traditional dances (as a nod to this side of the Atlantic we did dance the Virginian Reel.)  It has got me thinking of putting on my own Spring Ball, hence life at the speed of cheetah!!!!