Last Saturday, Sepp and Liesl attended their annual Carnival fancy dress party. As you probably guessed from the title of this post, the theme this year was Dirndl and leather trousers. “Dirndl” originally meant “young girl” in Bavaria and Austria, and the “dirndlkleid” was the traditional dress they used to wear. Nowadays a dirndl is mostly used for the dress only.
For those of you who are familiar with what a dirndl should look like, yes, the “Schürze” (apron) is missing in my outfit… What happened? Well, the dirndl I ordered was far too long, so I decided to have it shortened – no, I did not do this myself, read my Sewing Skills post and you will understand why! Only I totally forgot about the apron and only took the dress to our local seamstress. When I go it back – a bit too short really now, not the lady’s fault, I badly measured how many centimetres needed to go too – I suddenly remembered about the apron, and figured out I would manage to do something with it. Having left that task to the last minute, it soon became apparent that there was nothing I could do that would end up looking nice, so I just discarded the idea altogether.
Soon we were on our way, Sexy Hubby freezing his legs off in his mock Lederhosen despite the long socks! Once there we soon warmed up with a Weinschorle and a fair amount of dancing. This was our fourth Faschingsparty and once again the same DJs had been hired. Why change a winning team? They are great at finding the right balance between current hits, neue Deutsche Welle classics and beloved Carnival songs.
On that subject, we ended up chatting with three lovely ladies in their fifties when we put our drinks down on the same bistro table they were using. It started with one of them, obviously baffled that I was not singing along, asking me if I did not know this song. I explained to her that I came from Switzerland and although the song was familiar having heard it at quite a few parties I did not know all the lyrics. She was satisfied with the reason given and kind of made it her mission to teach me the most well known German Carnival anthems. Sexy Hubby and I really knew that we had been adopted when the three of them linked arms with us not once but twice for a spot of “Oktoberfest-style” moves. We managed to confuse them again when we announced that we were leaving, half an hour before the official end of the party. Having shared with them that Sexy Hubby had to catch a rather early flight the next day – or later on that day, in fact – they showed understanding and gave us their good wishes. With a final wave, we left.
Perhaps we will meet them again next year? Better get on with that lyrics learning, then.