Probably every girl dreams about attending a real ball. Me too. But I never really did and maybe I'll never do. Not a REAL ball. Like those from American films, Tolstoy books or fairytales. But there are plenty (if you are popular) or less (if not, as I am) occassions to attend a semi-balls. In Poland we celebrate a ball which is organised about one hundred days before taking the matura exam. The average girl waits for it the whole three years she goes to secondary school. She sees it as the really big day, like if she would become a Queen of the Party or sth. But the truth is this event is quite boring and never looks like your imagined one.
Rarely, but sometimes there are some other ways to make yourself appear on a somekinda ball. My faculty organise one and, that'sa surprise even for me, I decided to go. A dress has been spontaniously bought. The supplies for making a mask too.
I'm into a ball mood, that's true. Even if in stead of a ballroom there is a disco bar and in stead of a prince...well. Grown up girls don't have time for such nonsense as believing the fairytales, so I try to force myself not to expect more. But sometimes, when you here Tchaikovsky's valzes...
|Yves Saint Laurent|
|1995 Lacroix haute couture|
And one more thing about balls and fairytales - remember, you can always get to the wrong place...
the illustrations from fairytalemood.tumblr.com