The calm after the ball...

There's a rather somber stillness that's set in now that the dust of the matric ball madness has settled.  Almost an anti-climax for some, for others like myself it's a welcome calm. No more run around to get that exact shade of green for the dress that though of simple design proved somewhat difficult to produce (something to do with the material that kept hooking); finding earrings to match the neck-piece, the last minute dash to the pharmacy for false eyelashes to replace the set I bought previously because it did not have glue; making sure the guests at the pre-dance gathering remained relatively sober so they would not think the dress was the target for their overly exuberant good wishes; basically nothing to do but bask in the after glow of a wonderful event that went off rather well despite the glitches mentioned.  I'm as pleased as punch I'll have you know - for this was quite the feat to pull off.  What with being unemployed and funds being dismally low and all.  Anyone who was witness to my daughter's matric ball would have been none the wiser as she and her partner looked the part - she lived her dream and by all accounts was the belle of the ball.  For her to have had that, makes all the effort that went before more than worth it.  Here's to you, my special Jami - clink, clink!