I had dreamed of going to Edwardian Ball for years. Yearned for the golden ball gowns and  the little toupées. For months before the ball this year, I read Brokeassstuart’s updates of the corset making class in preparation, interviews with performers and conversations with the artists who were going.

The ball was the talk of the town — two evenings of magic using the Regency Ballroom as it was originally intended, a conglomeration of all of the Hoop dresses and Cinderella wigs in a 50 mile radius.