You may remember that a while back I wrote about a Regency ball that was going to be held here in Sweden. Well, two days ago it was time.
So I packed a bag with my ball gown (the red one), shoes, gloves and other essentials and went up to Stockholm.
The place where the ball (or the ‘Pemberley Party’ as it was called) was being held was the beautiful 18 century Kristinehovs Malmgård right in the middle of Stockholm. I wasn’t quite sure where the place was so I set out in good time to be able to find it. It was however very easy to find, and so consequently I was way too early and walked around the whole surounding area to while away time (as a true Swede…).When it was time I made my way there, and was still amongst the first to arrive! Ah well. I had plenty of time to get changed however.
The beautiful ballroom. Not very crowded at this stage
I didn’t really know anyone there and was a little shy in the beginning. But I soon got talking to some people and quickly got over my shyness. Everyone was very nice and friendly!
Some of the guests posing under the watchful eye of King Gustav III (who’s on the portrait on the wall)
Soon the dancing started. Ah what a joy to be dancing again! It’s been too long!
Under the guidance of dance instructor Per Lindberg we danced our way down and up sets, through the different figures, and there even was a dance where you were allowed to do so called “thieving”. Stealing someone else’s place during the dance. That led to lots of laughter and giggling. There were many dances, some which I was familiar with since before, some that I wasn’t. Of course the beloved ‘Mr Beveriges Maggot’ dance, so well-known from BBC’s P&P, was one of the dances we did. Twice actually, to my great delight! And also the “Other-Way-Mr-Collins” dance. When I first did this dance I found it very complicated and difficult to do, I am proud to say I didn’t this time! Maybe it was because I’ve already danced it now (once) or maybe just that I am in general slightly more experienced when it comes to these kinds of dances now.
After having danced for a couple of hours or so it was time to break for some refreshments. In another room in the house tables had been laid out with tea things. There were little triangular sandwiches, scones with lemon curd (!) and cakes. And tea of course! We piled our plates full (I know, that doesn’t sound very lady-like at all, but that is what we all did. It was all so delicious! And besides, you get very hungry from dancing) and went outside to sit in the beutiful sunshine and eat, drink and converse. It was lovely and I had a very nice time discussing the constructions of bonnets and the trials of sewing with delicate fabrics when you have cats around who love nothing better then to ‘play’ with that same fabric…
Tea in the very bright sunshine
More tea. And bonnets.
Some people enjoying the shade
After tea it was time for some more dancing, and we kept it up till it was time to go home. No one wanted to stop, but even lovely events such as this one comes to an end eventually. I am very pleased to report however that the intrest in doing something like this again was very high and people were already discussing plans of what else could be done of similar things. So I have high hopes of this being only the beginning of Regency events here in Sweden.
People in pretty costumes
Our spectators. There was a cafe next door to where our ball was held. So we provided the cafe guests with something to look at while they were having their coffee.
It was a very pleasant day, and I am so glad that there has finally been a Regency ball here in Sweden! And I can’t wait for the next ball (either here or somewhere else)!
I will finish off by quoting the great Jane Austen herself:
It may be possible to do without dancing entirely. Instances have been known of young people passing many, many months successively without being at any ball of any description, and no material injury accrue either to body or mind; but when a beginning is made — when the felicities of rapid motion have once been, though slightly, felt — it must be a very heavy set that does not ask for more.