The ball last Friday was a magic, glittering event. The venue was this late 18th century manor Kristinehof, built in what was then the outskirts of Stockholm. Today you get there by metro, if you don´t happen to live around the corner. It was originally private, of course, but now it is sort of a cultural centre, and has been restored to its original state by one of the owners (or renters?), the Swedish Gustavian society Gustafs skål.
It started early in the evening with sparkling wine in the courtyard. We mingled and took pictures. (Most of the photos in this post were taken before the dance started. We were asked to put away our phones and cameras during the ball.)
Everybody – experienced reenactors and dancers as well as new “debutantes” – had put in a lot of hard work on costumes and coiffures. And so many hours were invested in planning and creating the dinner, and choosing and rehearsing the music. It is wonderful to be surrounded by that sort of people, isn´t it?
The dance programme (in Swedish, but you get the idea) was designed by W. Dahllöf, musician and band director. You probably recognize several of the familiar Playford country dances, but there were many (French) dances from Swedish historical documents, reconstructed by our dance mistress and the musicians. Before each dance we were given quick instructions, and they were also written down in our programmes. Some of the dances were repeated, and sometimes in a higher tempo. We were about eighty dancers, so it was really crowded and warm in the ballroom.
I could easily have danced many more hours, but all things come to an end. My head was full of music when I dragged my soar feet home. It was a memorable evening indeed.