There been a lot going on in the world in the last few weeks. The pope wrapped up his visit to the United States, Tom Brady threw his 400th career touchdown, and a “super moon” rose in the autumn sky last night.
In Gotham, the natives returned home and shined up their shoes for things like “Fashion Week” and opening night at The Metropolitan Opera. Here in Maine, we gave a slow, dreamy pageant wave to the departing tourists, started bringing in the wood, and added sweaters and tights to our weekly fashion parade. There are still short-sleeved days, but the prime fashion indicators point to turtlenecks.
How long should I wear my flip-flops?
I know I sometimes portray myself as a woman living in a folksy backwater with seasons marked by yard sales, bean suppers, shoveling, and summer festivals. If I am completely honest, life here in Maine is exciting and very social, if occasionally wrapped in polar fleece. There are numerous social events all over the state, depending on how far you would like to travel. There’s lots of live music of every kind and there are authentic celebrations of rural life, like The Common Ground Fair. My brother went on Saturday and I hope he blogs about it tomorrow because I wasn’t able to make it up there this year.
(I use the term “authentic” because Maine has a very low population. Given our small numbers, there just aren’t enough of us to “pretend” to be farmers, singers, artists, etc. We are who we are.)
There are even inspiring social events which require fancy clothes and shoes, like the Biddeford Ball.
That’s where I’m heading on Saturday night and to be honest, my mind is not focused on crafting a blog post this morning. I’m wondering if I’ll be able to successfully press that vintage velveteen dress myself, can I get away with going bare-legged one more time, and what time should we arrive at the event?
The Ball band, Mama’s Boomshack, sounds just right, don’t you think?
I’ve decided The Biddeford Ball is the official start of my Maine post-summer social swirl. My “season” begins in less than six days and as one of my friends likes to say “I can hardly stand myself!” The only way Saturday night, October 3, 2015, could be any better would be if a few more of my friends were sitting at my ball table with me. According to the folks at Suger, there are still a few tickets left.