It may not be the Ritz,
but our old local hall
was the scene of some black & white glamour this past weekend.
As a forerunner to the local Show the 'Show Ball'
sees the community gather together for a night of revelry.
These swanky groovers were there.
This long haired beauty still not well after a bout of flu earlier in the week.
She's home again today.
(And yes, the recent ear-piercing has not gone well,
one very sore lobe).
This little big girl, or big little girl,
danced the night away.
And was winner of a large jar of lollies in the 'lolly toss'.
Found herself with a lot of close friends.
Sal and her band of followers spent most of the evening racing up the length of the hall,
then sliding dramatically amongst the legs of those trying to dance.
No amount of parental direction had any affect.
And this handsome devil started the night well,
even leading his oldest sister around the dance floor
during the 'lucky spot'.
By the end of the evening,
tie, boots and socks were all gone.
Dad and I manned the bar and kitchen respectively.
Balls aren't so much fun when most of the evening is spent with your head in an oven.
On the other hand, at least it may have settled that boofy hair!