I have often said about our weekends that they are like snowflakes – they are all different and

unique in their own way.  This weekend was no exception.

Saturday night was to be the big event – The Mayor’s Ball.  A good friend of ours had been

elected to the position of Mayor and we would celebrate with him and his wife at the

 inauguration ball.   There was a table of 10 reserved for us and it would be filled with

 mostly our own family members; my oldest daughter and her husband, my oldest son and

 his wife, Rachel and Jennifer, my husband and I. My husband had been actively involved

in helping his friend get elected and this was to be an exciting

 event to celebrate victory.   

Rachel is our tomboy – she lives in jeans and cowboy boots – and if she dresses up – her

outfit was probably bought at her favorite store – Tony’s Saddle Shop.  We took her

 shopping Thursday evening and trekked through the mall (a rare occasion for us) trying

 to help her find something that would be appropriate for a formal function such as

 this one.  By the end of the evening, we were all worn out.  Rachel looked literally sick

 from having to look at so many ‘prissy’ dresses.  Although she was very polite and

 gracious of her dad’s generosity to buy her a new dress, it was clearly evident that

 this was not her idea of a good time.

Friday, Jennifer calls from college and my husband had a brainstorm of an idea as

 he got on the phone with her – he had a plan that she and Rachel would go shopping

 together and they would both come to the ball.  All of the sudden, shopping for a

 dress became a lot more fun.

They had a blast – they both got new dresses, costume jewelry, and matching purse

 and shoes.  They looked as if they were Cinderella’s. 

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I can’t say that I generally like “Balls”; I’ve been to several in my life time. 

A few when my husband used to be a policeman (a lifetime ago) and it was required

to attend the Policeman’s Ball.  And then we’ve been to a few Mayor Balls before, too,

 and they  are basically dry and stuffy.  A lot of politicians get up and talk, (a lot),

the food isn’t very good, and it’s basically very boring. 

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  But this ball turned out to be a lot of fun.  For one thing, almost the entire table

 we were seated at for the evening was filled with my own family.  What better

company is that?  For seconds, I was very proud of my family.   And I might sound like

a biased mommy here, but when I was looking at all my girls I couldn't help but think

that they all looked like they walked out of a fashion run-way.  My oldest daughter,

my daughter-in-law, Rachel, and Jennifer looked like they could be hired models.  But

 like I said, I know I'm a partial/biased mommy but they really were gorgeous all dressed

up and polished.

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