Sunday was Wig Day. No. Not like Funny Hat Day, or Pajama Day, but it was a day filled with wigs from sun-up to sun-down. If you ever want to see a lot of curly bouncy wigs, go to an Irish Dance Feis (pronounced fesh), which is a competition and has solo dances as well as team dances. We were at such an event on Sunday, from 9:00am until 3:30pm, and everywhere you looked, it was curly bouncy wigs, bouncing on stage, or bouncing on the girls waiting to perform.
At the lunch break, I had the privilege to go with three young 9-year old dancers on a walk along Calgary’s Stephen Avenue Mall a few blocks to the Devonian Gardens, a fantastic year round garden on the third floor of one of the indoor malls right in downtown Calgary. After lunch, the girls explored some of the garden before we returned to the hotel where the competition was being held. They were just a little conspicuous, three little girls in their black and hot pink team track pants and jackets. They jigged everywhere they walked. The bouncy wigs may have turned a few heads as well.
There were walls covered in climbing and clinging plants, exotic trees making mini-jungles and the girls tried to hide from us. Sorry, girls, your wigs don’t look like those plants.
The fish pond had no fish in it. Hmmm . . . Maybe the fish saw the wigs and hid!
It was time to make our way back the two blocks.
So they bounced while waiting for the elevator,
and stopped to chat with some very quiet men . . .
They even danced for some homeless people sitting on a bench nearby and made those people smile and laugh, with Irish music playing from a phone.
Back at the hotel, they all danced their best and had to wait patiently, without bouncing, for the results.
They all made their families very proud.
Thank you, Kim Asman, for the idea of the title, Wigs in the Garden. I love it!
By the way, Irish dancers made their way into one of my books. I love it that much!