From left to right: 1) The devil is in the detail, and these gloves consist of 20% cotton, 40% swearing, and 40% hours of my life I am never getting back. 2) The devil is in the detail, Ms H: The rough black cotton ribbon on the hat was non-festive, so I spent the morning exchanging it and making a matching belt. Probably that was the main reason we were 1.5 hours late. Well, could be that it started with Ms H being late arriving at my place. Next year we should probably prep in advance. 3) I am unable to do anything but put my hair in a ponytail, but a kind friend of a friend combed it up and stuck a billion bobby pins in my scalp to make it stay.
Photoception: Ms H and I are visible in one of the lenses of Ms B's sunglasses each.
From left to right: 1) Miss S. 2) Ms H and Mr L. Note Ms H's matchy belt. Despite the bow it buttons on.
The entrance guards to the ball were not at all sure if they should let Ms H in.
(They are actually good friends of us both, so no worries in the end!)