On Friday night I went to the ball. I also took a lot of photos.
These are the stories behind them that I want to remember.....
His tractor cufflinks. A little bit of humour and a little bit of love. His family roots are in the countryside.
Posing for group photos in the post room because the light was better and we needed somewhere to store our coats. We are nothing if not practical!
Dancing with the boy to jazz, to pop and everything in between. Held close or cracking out the "dad dance" moves.
Magical lights. The ball was willy wonka themed so imagine chocolate fountains, candy floss, red and white striped material and a checkered dance floor.
These girls. Housemates. Getting ready in each others bedrooms. Straighteners and curling tongs held aloft, mascara and hair pins littering the landing. Doing each others hair on the stairs and rummaging through drawers to find the spare pair of tights to lend.
This man. This look. Sitting in front of him with google opened in front of us trying to tie his bow tie. Me telling him how easy it was and then being proved categorically wrong by my several failed attempts. His ability to laugh at this, at us.
Spending the evening with a camera and my new lens and capturing the memories.
A moment captured. There was a lot of happiness that evening.
A ball definitely brings out the best: the smiles, the drinks, the dancing and the dressing up. What a treat!