Valentine Party

First of all, I know the text is in two different kind of letters, for some strange reason. I can't understand what's wrong, it's very annoying.

For more then ten years, the YSA in one of Sweden’s greatest cities have hosted the Valentines party. It’s a three day event, starting with a dance at Friday night, sports and other activities on Saturday, another dance on Saturday night and then church on Sunday. Usually the Saturday night dances have themes, for which to dress up. Sometimes these themes have been simple, like wearing something red, and at other times a little more advanced, like last years Robin Hood and Marion theme. This year the theme for Saturday was L-O-V-E, meaning we could dress up as pretty much anything, as long as it started on l, o, v or e. It was so much fun; a lot of people had put a great deal of thought and effort into their costumes (for example Edward Cullen, a couple of guards (vakter in Swedish) complete with earpieces, lions and leopards, snake-charmer (ormtjusare), Little Red Riding Hood and, one of my best friends - an electric hand mixer).

I hadn’t. Had I been at my own home, I could have used the loads of things in my closet (I had planned to go as Ophelia in Hamlet), but as it was I had nothing, not even the time to make anything, there being so much to do in school. So the day before the party I went shopping; I bought a sheer, white cotton fabric (which I’ll make a dress from, eventually), some lovely brass buttons and some fake ivy. The same day as the party I sewed the fabric together, to make a Roman-ish gown (ok, perhaps it looked a bit more Greek), and made a wreath from the ivy. I was going to be Vesta, the Roman virgin goddess of the hearth, home and family. I looked a bit like a tent, but so did many others back in the day – it was very comfortable though. The fabric being so sheer (worn over a slip of course), I think it worked anyway. Unfortunately, I don't have any good pictures of the whole thing.

It was a very fun weekend; a well needed pause from all my schoolwork. Another good thing was that one of my friends brought one of my medieval chemises, so I can see how my new kirtle works over it. Yay!