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Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Willow Manor Ball 1812



THE WILLOW MANOR BALL
hosted by the creative Tess Kincaid from The Mag

You can read all about her FABULOUS Ball here

ENJOY!
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Taken from The Lost Journals of Violet Moorfields

For persons and events leading up to this e'en

A few weeks ago

And so.........

October 28, 1812

Dear Diary,

The Day dawns!  
Restless night.  So excited about the Willow Manor Ball I could scarcely sleep!
Met the most wonderful and original persons of quality last year and am so much looking forward to their 
company once more!  It is strange, being alone here in this mansion, with only dear Runcible, my faithful friend and loyal houseman.


Started the morn with a lovely little tea party to fortify my spirits for the coming e'en.
Naught like elevensies with good friends to calm ones tattered nerves!


The Ball this year is said to be masquerade!
What fun!
Though I did have to turn down the kind offer of a loan from the twins, who reside 
in the cabin at the edge of the property.
One does hate to appear ungrateful......but, really, I don't see *how* my newly coiffed hair could accommodate such a look.
I don't think they were happy with my decision.....but it was hard to tell.......


I am thinking, black.  Yes, mysterious black for garb!
Runcible gave me a nod of approval.  He has always been partial to the darker hues.
I am so twitter-pated o'er my look that I scarcely feel a part of this world!


Yes.  I do believe this masque will do!

Date cancelled.  With very little proper warning, I might add.
Something regarding his sister and his *sick mother*
Oh, please.  Do spare me the excuses.
It is probably just as well since I haven't room in my life for a Mamma's boy.



Transport seems always an issue, what with being so far out in the country.
However, the Morose brothers, Jebadiah and Samuel, agreed to see me to the manor party.
Though it *did* seem to take us an age to arrive.
I blew kisses to Runcible and promised to be home.....early!
(Runcible is *such* a worry-wart when I am out on a jaunt!)

,

I arrived at the front gates and made my way in.
Tess does keep a lovely garden!
The party was already in progress!
It was a glorious affair!
Mister Linky, the doorman, kindly took my name and showed me in.


Everyone was having a wonderful time.  One family even brought their goat!
So adorable!


The magic show was amazing!
It left me quite breathless!
How *do* they accomplish such feats?


Dreadful!   There is a  rumor circling of a Bottom Pinching Chicken about the party!
And I fear to break the news.......he may have friends........  (*giggle*)


And so, danced on and on into the night as the Absinthe flowed............


Oopsie.


And so, the clock strikes midnight, signaling the end of yet another magical e'en...........
The Willow Manor Ball leaves me feeling somehow.....enchanted!
As though I am of another world..........
Thank you, Tess, for a magical time.............
I feel as though I shall dance on and on into the night.........
love, Violet




# FACEBOOK STATUS UPDATE
OCTOBER 28, 2012
Hey Guys-  Absolutely will not be able to make the Ball.
First, my invitation was somehow lost.  I found it underneath the pillows in the guest room of all places!  Then, apparently we've had a break in.  My china tea set was strewn about and every single gown I own left on my bedroom floor! 
My mask has completely gone missing!
And if that's not enough, there's crashing coming from the shed at the edge of the property
so we probably have a raccoon in there or worse, a skunk.....   *sigh*
The electric is flickering in and out, probably from this upcoming storm.
I called the guy to come look at it and they sent out a polite, rather well dressed man.
He's gone upstairs and hasn't come back down yet.  
He has very good posture.  lol
Can't imagine how much this is going to cost, but it's my own fault for moving into this old mansion in the middle of nowhere.   :p 
Hope you are all having a wonderful time.....(*sigh*)
Hey!  Remember last year when I found that old journal?  THAT's missing, too........ 
Oh...BBL......that electric guy is coming down the stairs.......
Have fun at the party!  Be safe!
*hugs*   Mimi
ps.  Why do you guys keep messaging me about chickens?  








Willow Manor Ball 1812


My Dearest Diary,

I believe I shall swoon!

My invitation to the 
arrived by morning post!
Dear Tess, such a lovely and creative woman.  
I admire her so!

Runcible, my faithful houseman and dear friend and confidant
delivered it to me via sterling tray amidst brunch and roses this very morn!
He is such a dear!
I would be ever so lost without him!

Last year was such joyous amusement!
It felt as though the evening were one, long, glorious dream!
Simply everything was in a delicious haze!

Well, upon sight of my return invitation I was in such a state that Runcible
advised me a lie-down with a Bath bun and a weak cup of tea.

Knowing my capricious nature, dear Runcible assured  me he would have
all details of my attendance in hand and I wasn't to worry a whit!

But, oh!  So much to prepare for!
So many decisions!
I am in a state!

Must dash, my love, for I hear Runcible 
at my door with the tell tale rustle of many, many gowns to choose from!

Oh, it shall all be a delight!

Ta!
xoxoxo
~Violet

(excerpt from the Journal of Violet Moorfields October 6, 1812)







Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

From the Journal of Violet Moorfields....the Willow Manor Ball 1811


Taken from the found journal of Violet Louise Moorfields dated October 12, 1811......

Gentle Diary,  


Though the constraints of propriety disallow such, I feel I must come forth with the truth of the matter.  I fear I have lost all reason and my very nerves are in tatters.  Sweet Diary, it is, without a doubt, certain Bedlam here..........


I confess, I have not been myself, of late and my customary merriment has quite deserted me........


As you know Dear Diary,  I am, most generally,  a respectable young lady and my delightful new friends most heartily agree......


They did say to me just last e'en, "Violet.  You should make forth to the Willow Manor Ball to which you have been graciously invited!"   Mother, of course, had her doubts........


Nevertheless, being the free Spirit you know me to be, Dear Diary, I shall endeavor to procure suitable attire, a carriage, as well as the key to several locked gates leading to the out of doors.  I shall be prepared for every contingency.   My dear friend, Biddie Bridewell, did agree to assist me in my deception through the front gates if I made promise to return bearing several faerie cakes with frosting and a pouch of black powder which she promises to use discreetly.  Biddie does look harmless but one must remind ones self about fingers too near about her at the supper table........
I have decided to attend the Ball unescorted.  I know, I know, Dearest Diary, but you must admit that after our last attempt at finding a proper suitor we are better off left to our own devices.........

And so, off in search of a lovely frock!  I was fortunate to find these beauties in a trunk locked in the cellar........

But sadly, the Aunts, on their weekly visit, did not approve.......


BeBe Foxmorton, Bless her, rose to the occasion and  lent comb to my tresses.  Though one does hate to complain I do believe I shall have to do a bit of fancy work on the carriage ride over.  Bebe is a delicate sort that does not do well with criticism.   And also prone to hiding sharp objects......


I admit, the style does have a rather uncommon union of symmetry,  but styles of this nature seem always to attract an undesirable sort.......


Rather than the more......shall we delicately say, sought after.........



And what good fortune!  I have procured a carriage for transport!  The Triplets were most accommodating and made very few demands.  Though I do hope Biddie will not notice the lightening of  her secret store of cutlery.......


A quick trip down the main hall way with only a hurried backward glance......
And I am on my way to the Willow Manor Ball to partake of many fripperies and excesses!

I shall gorge myself on pickled salmon and brandy and dance my cares away! 

I tuck you here, my Dearest Diary and Truest Friend, nestled safe within the stones of this abandoned farm, the better I should be able to retrieve you on my return journey...........

I forsee naught but a magical evening!

Until we meet again Dearest Diary........with all my love,
Violet Louise Moorfields
12th October 1811


Addendum:  October 12, 2011

Violet Louise Moorfields disappeared from Bedlam October 12, 1811, never to be seen again.
Last reports have her shackled wrist to ankle in her cell wearing only a besmirched blanket gown.  The matter was dismissed and no other reports were made.

Her journal, discovered by Willow Manor party goers the night of October 12, 2011 on their way to the Ball was the subject of great discussion between dances and revelry.

It remains to be seen if the Willow Manor archives produce mention of Miss Moorfields at the 1811 Ball.

Submitted 10/12/2011 by Mimi Foxmorton




File photo:  Bedlam
Found in the Triplets doll carriage 13, October 1811

For more Willow Manor Ball FUN, please visit the page of origin
and the lovely, lovely people who reside there!
The party is in full swing!
I guarantee you won't want to miss it!