Never, Ever, Ever Stop Dancing

Oh dear, don't look at the hair ... look at the frock darlings.
This was me last Thursday night, a bagful of cream sequins by my side, with the possibility of an all-nighter ahead of me stitching the buggers onto this 1950s lace and tulle frock.
Why oh why?
For the ballet of course ... I was going to the ballet for the first time in 32 years and I wanted it to be spesh.

So I cheated!
Yes, I whipped out the hot glue gun and glued some shiny magic onto the skirt (and my fingers).

It did cross my mind whether Valentino's beaders are ever tempted to do the same an hour before showtime;).
I'm sure they do. 

It was The Stylist's first visit to the ballet and what a night!
The story of Brisbane's Cloudland Ballroom's brief 42-year reign as Australia's most luxurious dance venue, was interpreted with the most amazing choreography, costumes and music.
Cloudland opened in 1940 and despite its heritage listing, in 1982 it was flattened, demolished, destroyed late one night by a rogue demolition company, at the order of property developers.

It was a packed performance and I sat next to a wonderful elderly gent who told me he used to go to every Cloudland dance he could and saw Bill Hayley and His Comets perform in the 50s.
He said the ballet's rendition of the massive WWII street brawls between Australian diggers and their allies, those glamourous visiting American fighters "who always had two women each", was spot on.

This is how my frock turned out, I like it much better with a bit of sparkle.
I wouldn't mind a bit of uniform at my side;).

The motif was already attached to the lace bodice ... it was lovely to see others make an effort to frock up for the one-night-only performance before Queensland Ballet took its glorious performance to regional towns.
If you're going, get ya frock on love!
 

Blurry pics ... sorry, we had our hands full.
But keep an eye on that huge white ring on my thumb if you can.
 

The Stylist took her bestie ... just look at those faces.
The leggy-one wore the frock and jacket she wore to our wedding last October and an amazing pair of shoes she picked out for herself on the same trip.
I gave her a pair of lace tights that are too short for me and she chose to curl her hair and wear the awesome harlequin feck-off bow from Em of Vintage Sweetheart.

These two have been inseparable since birth, wee bestie is three months older than The Stylist and they've never had a spat.
Ever.
 

Shoe love.
 

We're exhilirated but tired after the eye-popping two-hour performance and oh no ... where's my ring?
No sign of it anywhere.
Later I found it down my leopard-print granny knickers while driving home of course ... where else?
The result of much suspender-glove-tulle grappling earlier in the loo, which I'm sure Lakota will appreciate on her Tah-Dah Tuesdays link;).

I hope you had a thoroughly disgraceful weekend my honeys.


Baci,
Desiree xo