Going to the Ball

And Amelia's heart was heavy, and she sat at home, but when she glanced outside, just as dusk was falling, into her room fluttered a tiny butterfly, shimmering and shining. "You have forgotten that tonight is the night of the Bloglandia Ball" whispered the visitor.
"No" replied Amelia. "I have not forgotten. I would not be good company this evening. I cannot go to the ball."
"Oh, but you must", said Betty the butterfly (for that was her name). "Your friends are waiting for you, and they have told the musicians not to start playing until you arrive. If you are not there, there will be no music at the Bloglandia Ball."
"But I neglected to complete my costume. I have only some scraps of paper. I cannot go to the ball."
"Ah" said Betty. "You did not notice the work my sisters were doing this evening. Your ballgown is hanging right there..." With a flit and a flutter, she moved to the back room, and there Amelia found a gown of sunshine-colour, decorated with feathers and a single perfect yellow flower. "
Slipping into the gown, Amelia found her mood lifting. When she glanced into the mirror, she was surprised to see a smile on her face, and colour in her cheeks. Opening the door to leave for the ball, she felt a puff of evening breeze lift her hair, and heard, off in the distance, the tinkling of bells calling her to come, come, dance at the ball.






Go visit the other Bloglandia ladies as they dress up, dine and dance at the ball (Click the button, and your heels together, say your magic word, and you too, shall go to the ball)



(Permission granted to use this post/picture in the Bloglandia Ball Book)