Oh, my life is eating my breakfast right now. And lunch and dinner. Three more weeks til the heir graduates and a normal sleeping and eating schedule returns to the household. Technically, eighteen days by the time of this publication.
But who’s counting?!
Please continue to forgive the lackluster publications on this blog, and from this author, in general.
Grinning or laughing in a man’s face.
Many or most have probably already seen this, but it provided me the nonstop laughter break I needed this past week, at just the right time. And of course, Jane Austen. Warning: NSFW with language.
This past Friday was the final dance of my son’s high school career. We homeschool, so it’s not prom, it’s the (far loftier, I think) Teen Ball. This year’s theme was The Greatest Showman. Teens can dress in theme, formal, or their own mixture of dressy and casual that parents understand somehow just works.
The theme couldn’t have been better for a bunch of teenagers with bursting, bubbling, still-forming personalities, or for a year struggling to find it’s way out of a pandemic. We let our teens have selected times of mask-less picturing taking: at the end of the evening, we took a group photo and briefly shed our face coverings. Everyone’s motto (and song from the movie): This. Is. Me.
A dance where the dancers of the different sexes stand opposite each other, instead of side by side, as in the minuet, rigadoon, louvre, &c. and now corruptly called a country dance.
Just like the Regency era, our homeschool Ball features some coordinated dances. Our teens let loose with the Cha Cha Slide and Cupid Shuffle, but they also learn the Waltz, Foxtrot and, when in Rome Texas, the two-step. We had a talented homeschool mama teaching our teens their fancy ballroom moves, but for a researching author like me – or any curious person – YouTube is a treasure trove of how to’s and look’s back into yesteryear.
Regency Dance Lesson
Cotillion and Reel
2019 Jane Austen Festival Masked Ball Dance
2019 Jane Austen Festival “Haste to the Wedding” Final Dance
One final shameless, family moment for our final Teen Ball. The hubs and I were the night’s DJs; four hours later and we were pooped from acting young-at-heart.