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Regency Ball: the dresses

One of our priorities at the Regency Ball last weekend was to take fabulous pictures of each other in our beautiful gowns. So Carrie and I scurried away after lunch, found a bench by a window, and got to work.

As you can see, Carrie was looking extremely ethereal.

The golden curls . . . the big blue eyes . . .

I’m thinking Emma. I’m thinking Marianne. I’m thinking Elizabeth Bennett.

Okay, and a little sass occasionally.

It’s why I love her.

Unfortunately, soon it was my turn. And then I remembered that I have no sense of what to do with myself when the camera is turned on me.

So . . . what do I do with my arms?

Seriously, what do I do with my arms?? Someone? Anyone?

All of a sudden they felt 5 feet long.

And does it help if I put on a goofy face and pretend that I love being the center of attention?

The next attempt: sure material for future blackmail by my own progeny. Trying to look like a poster child for ‘Sense and Sensibility’ simply made me look terrified and weird.

I am Jenna, the spaced-out alien doll.

Heavens help us. I don’t think I can ever show my face on my own blog again.

How about my regular smile?

Okay, not hideous–but I don’t think they smiled that forcefully back in the Regency days. They were more . . . demure. Elegant. If only I had remembered my lesson in fake-smiling from the summer!

THIS ISN’T WORKING!

 

*weeping and gnashing of teeth*

*massive breakdown in the corridor*

Well, thank you for engaging with me in this series of awkward pictures that made me feel like a gangly 13-year-old again, with about 10 times too many knees and elbows. I hope you realize that the mere fact that I’m sharing them is a sign of the trust between us. Of our strong relationship. I have confidence that you guys will never use this material against me. Um . . . right?

And since I’m a good and generous person and I can’t possibly leave you on that painful note, I’ll zoom back to the photogenic Carrie and her husband Eric–the camera loves her, folks.

Hello, elegant couple from the days of Mr. Knightley and Mr. Darcy.

Wait a minute–was this kind of behavior even allowed in the Regency era?

Methinks these affectionate youngsters are modern impostors! Historical innacuracy alert. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Okay, well–they are rather adorable.

We’ll let it go this time.

Next week I’ll share pictures of the beautiful hall and the actual dancing–but only if you’re good! So be good.*

*Being good = sending me cookies and/or sending me $1,000,000 and/or sending me $10,000,000 and/or giving me back scritchlies if you’re my husband/mother/sisters.

Regency spot-the-difference

Can you spot the difference?

Which one is real? Photoshop and I will never tell.

And Carrie’s hairdo–which is truth and which is illusion?


Yes, I may have spent 5 hours diligently shaping those little braids. Or I may not have done any such thing.

And finally, check out this gal’s hairdo.

Now check it out again.

There’s a monster in there! Everyone clear the ballroom floor!

Har har har.

I love me some Photoshop.

Note: above post may be the result of trying to process pictures and blog about the Regency ball while a) nose was running wildly, b) cold meds had just been ingested, c) I had just woken up from a 12 hour stupor of sleep on the couch. Please send any complaints to my friend Carrie, the Originator of this particular cold. Coherent writing skills may or may not be recovered by tomorrow morning.