Frocked Up

It's rare for me to get really dressed up these days.  Apart from the occasional wedding, there's not a lot of reason to when you live on a farm.  When that rare opportunity comes along, it is really exciting for us country folk.

The big boss (as Duncan refers to him), who owns the farm, held his bi-annual staff 'extravaganza' on the 22nd September at the Perth Convention Centre.  Not only does he own two farms, he also owns a number of building, electrical and plumbing companies.  So, yeah, we were expecting it to be posh.  We even got to stay at a hotel...woohoo!  All we had to pay for was our tickets to the event.

This meant I had to find a nice frock...which I got in Melbourne.

Ta-da!

I was 23 weeks at the time.

 Some of the farm blokes.

The farm girls minus one.

We were supposed to be doing sad faces because Rachel couldn't come.
Obviously I missed the memo.

The ballroom looked amazing with the circus theme.  I was very glad NOT
to have organised this event though.

There was a dance floor.....oh yeah!  Unfortunately dancing is
getting a tad difficult these days.

The most fun part of the evening....the photobooth!

Yep, I stood up at the wrong time.