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Regency Ball, version 2012

Hey guys!

So a few weekends ago we were in Indiana with our friends Eric and Carrie, dancing our little feet off at the very last Regency Ball. Last year around this same time we had such a blast at the fancy Palais Royale in South Bend, so we couldn’t miss it this year! Especially knowing this was the final installment. The ball was Saturday afternoon, so we planned to make a weekend of it, staying at my Aunt Jacquie’s house Friday and Saturday nights, and heading back to Chicago Sunday afternoon.

Friday night we got a very late start out of Chicago, because Carrie was singing at a jazz concert.

Man was it good. I mean, I’m in a band with this girl and we sing at church together, so I hear her sing on a very regular basis–I flatter myself that I know her voice. But her performance on Friday still knocked my socks off. Her voice was probably at its most stellar. Backed up by a fabulous band of professional jazz musicians, Carrie just let loose and soared.

I’m so proud of that girl! I wish you all could have been there to hear her.

We drove out of Chicago around 11pm, and man were we tired. But we had beds waiting at Aunt Jacquie’s house, so we gritted our teeth and forged ahead down the dark roads, with a stop for French fries at McDonalds around 1:20am to keep us going. We rolled into Culver, Indiana around 2am, and then spent 5 minutes panicking because we couldn’t identify her house in the dark as easily as we thought we could. What if we never find it?? I wondered. The alternate plans rushing through my brain included: renting a floodlight from the nearest baseball stadium to illuminate the street; sleeping in the car and waking up with bodily aches so severe that we wouldn’t be able to move for 5 days; scrapping this whole plan and flying to Fiji; falling asleep and hoping someone else could figure it all out without my assistance.

Then we recognized the house, and my relief was immense. I could have crumpled into a heap on the gravel driveway out of gratitude . . . though how crumpling would express my thankfulness is a bit unclear.

We let ourselves into the house, found our beds as quickly as possible, and before I knew it I was alseep. Aaaaaah. You should know that Aunt Jacquie has THE softest and best sheets in the country.

In the morning, we woke up to the smell of coffee, which my loving husband had brewed for us.

It was soon time to get dressed, since we had an hour’s drive ahead of us. Carrie and I struggled with our hair (which would not curl correctly) and I loaded up my sash with safety pins to keep it correctly positioned. Then we headed out to the car, Carrie still working on her coffee.

Eric looks so natural in this garb that it’s . . . uncanny.

Where is my true home?

And does someone have a time machine I can borrow?

On a different note, my husband’s skills as a photographer are improving every time I shove that black box into his hands, I’m telling you.

As you may have noticed, we wore the exact same costumes as last year.

Thanks again Erica for sewing up these mahvellous gahments.

And then we drove off to the ball!

We entered the ballroom just as the promenade (or grand march? I can’t remember what it’s called for the life of me) was getting some steam. At this point, I started experimenting with a new lens . . . and didn’t figure it out quickly enough to produce any kind of a decent shot. But I’ll still show you what I got!

I’m not sure if there were less people this year, or if the lack of round tables made the space seem emptier.

Why aren’t the masses of America flocking to this fun, fun event?

Oh yeah . . . dressing up like you’re in a Jane Austen novel isn’t exactly . . . mainstream. One might even say we’re the dorks of society. But I’m okay with that. Because we get to wear period costumes and . . . prance.

And I ask you, Oh Cool Folk: do you get to prance in a floor-length empire waist gown?

I thought not.

Woot!

We danced, we sweated, we laughed, we ate scones piled high with clotted cream.

The musicians were fabulous, the dance instructor clear and sedately energetic. Or energetically sedate–definitely one of the two. “Step to the right, step to the left, ringadoon ringadoon, hop, hop!” his smooth voice commanded. With a calm authority. Nothing can phase this man, I’m sure.

And before we knew it, it was all over. Our calves had received the workout of the century, as we would soon realize when climbing the stairs back at my aunt’s house.

I smiled and posed . . .

. . . but what I was really thinking was: it’s time to get this sweaty Regency body into a shower.

The amount of hairspray I used will probably clog up Aunt Jacquie’s drains for the next decade.


Jackaroo

One evening, when we were having drinks with our friends Julie and Zane, we started talking about good books we’ve read. I always take note of book recommendations, especially when they come from the mouths of old college buddies whose taste I trust. Julie mentioned a few–The Coast of Chicago (a fantastic collection of short stories), Sabriel, and finally Jackaroo by Cynthia Voigt. I immediately requested all of the above at my library.

As far as Jackaroo goes, at first I thought the title sounded kinda goofy. Then, when I picked it up from our library’s bookmobile, I thought the cover looked kind of creepy (I couldn’t find an image of that specific cover to share with you guys, but it shows a weirdly masked figure with possibly villainous eyes).

But the actual book is neither goofy nor creepy! A novel for young adults set in something like the Middle Ages in something resembling England, the book centers around the story of the Innkeeper’s daughter, Gwyn, a sensible and hard-working young woman. The innkeeper is the head of the most well-to-do and influential family in their small town, and as his eldest child, Gwyn shoulders a lot of responsibility. With a sickly and lazy younger brother (who is nonetheless destined to inherit the inn), Gwyn struggles with her place in the world. Should she marry? Publicly declare her intent to remain single and celibate? Stay in the service of her younger brother once he takes over the inn? There don’t seem to be any options that promise a fulfilling life for her.

Times are tough for the people–the yearly taxes collected by the Lords are always cause of great distress for those struggling to make ends meet, and as winter descends on the land, bands of thieves start targeting isolated holdings, stealing and killing. Amidst all the uncertainty of life, the people take comfort in legends of Jackaroo, the highwayman cum Robin Hood figure who protects the poor in their time of need. The old stories take on that much more significance as the people are hard pressed by the Lords and their soldiers.

One day, a  mysterious nobleman and his son come to stay at the inn, and after a winter storm, Gwyn is snowed into a shelter with the nobleman’s young son. As the two of them are forced to live in close quarters for a stretch of time, they begin to talk and learn about one anothers’ lives, circumstances, and struggles. An unlikely friendship and a certain degree of trust springs up between the two. As Gwyn tries to stay busy by cleaning out an old cupboard, she discovers a mysterious package–a pair of soft leather boots, a cloak, a mask, and a sword. She conceals the package again before the Lordling can see it, not knowing what to make of it. But she is determined to learn more, and as the story progresses, Gwyn makes some shocking discoveries concerning the fabled Jackaroo, and is caught up in the legend herself in unexpected ways. You’ll just have to read it to find out the details!

This is a great book for young readers–it’s clean, well-written, and packed with interesting twists. There’s a little love, a little mystery, and a good amount of adventure. It’s also a great book for . . . well, me. Though I have long ago ceased to be considered a ‘young reader.’ Hope you guys enjoy it too! I just picked up the next book in Voigt’s “Kingdom” series (which this book belongs to). It’s called “On Fortune’s Wheel,” and I can’t wait to dive in during my coffee break later on this afternoon!