Friday night we had a wonderful time at the Scottish Ball! We danced and laughed and danced some more!
It was the 3rd annual dance for our church. Everyone looked fabulous. Boys and men in ties and nice pants, girls and ladies in... well... it ran the gamut from sparkling sequined tops and skirts, to period dresses from the 18th and 19th centuries. Many of the ladies and girls have become practical, so ballet shoes, (and I also noticed a pair of elegant black slippers), were more common this year. The church has hired the same caller and her violinist and guitarist each time. They are now familiar faces. They are so talented! I wish I could remember the names of some of the tunes - many which have girls' names, like Peggy or Sue, in the title. I think one of them was called the Irish Washerwoman. The caller, Mac, gave easy, simple instructions for the dancers, and everyone - including 3 or 4 year olds - was able figure them out pretty quickly, or at least be prodded along in the right direction. We had a 20 minute break halfway through the ball. We sipped apple cider dipped from pretty glass punch bowls, and there were two tables filled with delicious finger foods.
Sophia partnered with cousin Brooke for essentially the entire evening. She and some of the other girls wore their white elbow length gloves, which turned out to be quite an effective germ protector. Elegant, full coverage for the hands.
We were very glad we waited for the surgery so that she could go. She was so happy. Luke took over 800 pictures (he's a little reticent about the dancing part just yet), so we have plenty to choose from to remember the night for years to come.