My absolute solemn oath is that this is definitely my last post regarding formals.
For a while at least.
After the Valedictory Dinner where Arabella wore the vintage sparkly dress, and after the karaoke bus ride where Arabella wore the dress we originally bought for Val, and after the communal bathroom experience at the Kings Cross nightclub, and after both Archie and Arabella refused to disclose what time they arrived home, and after the 7.30am Farewell Breakfast, there was more. There was a formal for the school Arabella once went to that is a girls’ school like her current school except it churns out Catholics rather than princesses.
What to wear?
Certainly not the same thing twice.
So knowing I was down to my last few coppers, Arabella phoned a friend. A friend who had worn a dress to Val that Arabella thought was stunning. Yes, the girl was happy to lend it so Arabella had a ‘new’ outfit to wear. She had her make-up professionally done but after the previous hair experience that left me totally underwhelmed and overcharged, Arabella agreed to do her own hair.
We arrived at the pre’s at 4.30pm that were held in a stunning home overlooking beautiful water views. It was a mild evening and so the catered event was held outside. Dateless Arabella had a fabulous time catching up with all her old friends and she was so warmly welcomed back into the fold. One of the girls she enjoyed seeing is a current contestant on X-Factor, a show Arabella likes to watch, and so her friend had a lot of stories to share.
After a couple of hours of mingling, it was time for the girls to head off to the event but the parents stayed on for a catered dinner. Carl and I had a wonderful evening spending time with parents we hadn’t seen for quite some time. It was lovely to talk with them about their daughters and what they hope to do in the future.
Meanwhile, Arabella arrived at the formal and saw the teachers who had taught her just a few years ago. She was overcome with emotion and burst into tears. ‘Oh, no, the make-up!’ is what I was thinking when I heard the news. They all hugged her and told her how lovely it was to see her. She composed herself in the bathroom, stepped out and had the best night ever. As soon as the music started she was on the dance floor and she danced until the lights went down.
She sent me a text saying, ‘Mum, I’ve had the best night of my life’.
And there could be a no better end to my posts on formals!