I've never had to own a hat before, but since marrying it's now the expected thing to wear whenever I attend a synagogue service with my [jewish] husband - and this weekend was his cousin's bar mitzvah; a pretty big deal in the Jewish world. Since I am not Jewish, this is all new to me, but I have to admit to being quite excited by the purchase, and to being delighted when I found the perfect 1930s-40s inspired hat to go with my little white dog-print tea dress. It's remarkable how different one item of clothing can make you feel, and it made me feel ultimately feminine and demure: I loved it! By some happy twist of fate I also already owned a pair of shoes in the same colour with matching bows, so I really felt the part despite the absolute manic nature of the rest of the weekend.
The rest of the weekend was spent in a blur of partying and traveling between London and the midlands as I had, crazily, arranged my final graded ballet exam for Sunday morning. Since I've now been waiting for a while to take this, there was no way I wanted to wait any longer so it just had to be done. But, by 1am on Monday morning, after the bar mitzvah/lunch on Saturday and a train journey back north on Saturday evening ready for my exam on Sunday, and then a train back to London for the black tie Bar-mitzvah party on Sunday evening, I was well and truly exhausted.
On a positive note, it really is amazing the difference in how I feel about dancing now to a year ago. I didn't have a great deal of time to work myself into a 'tizz' about my exam and instead, just went in and danced. I made a few mistakes but smiled and presented myself well. I am certain I have passed, and although I don't know how well, I am more relaxed about how I did than this time last year - I didn't even panic at the enchainement, I simply did it. Hopefully my love of ballet will have shone through. I will update as soon as I know the results!