One Ball, Two Dresses, A Thousand Waistcoats: Part 2

So, back to the ball.

After I clocked off from my shift at the Jeeves Dating Service, I literally bounced backstage to the dressing room. Why? Well, no, I hadn't had too much gin (at this point), I was just so excited about putting on my new frock. Eeeeek!!

Here is why.....

It is a beautiful 1950s floor length gown, with what I like to call a 'Snow White' collar, blue and purple brocade bodice, and gorgeous layers of pink, purple and blue chiffon. It wasn't in the best condition when I bought it from the Vintage Emporium. In fact it looked like someone had been prancing about in a rose bush for a few hours wearing it, as the skirt was tatty and ripped. But, I spent my friday night lovingly repairing it and up to my elbows in a bath full of 60 year old sweat and grime, until it looked practically brand new.

A little jive with our host Viv the Spiv

I can see why it was so tatty though. I spent my whole evening unravelling it from girls stiletto heels, and grinning through my teeth, wanting to scream, 'Get off my dress bitch!' but it survived the night, just about.

Me, Fleur, The Bright Young Twins and the lovely Sophie

Fleur and I danced away illuminated by a man wearing a suit covered in fairy lights

Chap Hop in action

Lindy hoppers extraordinaire

My favourite dancing couple, Russell and Sara

The fine folk from The Vintage News

Of course we found some time for some posing...

And the obligatory toilet/mirror shot

A fine night was had by all, and so we finally crawled into bed at 5am after an hours search for a taxi in Kings Cross, and a half an hour wait in the Kebab shop...in the freezing cold...in a ball gown. Hurrah!

Photography by Hanson Leatherby Photography