The prom dress has always been a favorite. No matter how much I try to convince them to wear it to their own proms; I can't seem to get any takers. Why I don't know? It is gorgeous in its aqua cellophane like fabric, with its one sided trio of ruffles. Believe it or not this circa 1980's piece of fashion could probably be pulled off in 2011. Acutally the girls are softening to the idea. The only thing that keeps M from going all vintage to prom is her height and the dress' lack of grace for high heals. Everyone knows my 5'7 girlie loves to rock those 4 inchers. (The only thing stopping me from wearing my gown around the house is cough-cough pounds)
My wedding dress has been sealed in a box on a high shelf in the basement storage room going on twenty-four years. So when they suggested trying it on...I was like go for it! The air tight seal broken and the pristine white dress with its Corpse Bride-esque vibe (or Beetle Juice-esque aura) popped to life. A wee bit crinkled and rumpled.
The girls danced around the living room modeling my preserved treasures. M our minor league fashion designer began redesigning the dress...snip this off and that off, add more tulle, cut the sleeves off, rip the waist ruffle off....
In fifty years I don't want to be around to find out.
Back in the box went the little white dress.
My favorite part of this eeeek! picture is the photographer's
desire to create a background with a single fake tree plus the fact that
my date was a bad imitation of Fantasy Island's Mr. Roarke.
Aaaahhh, my dress looked pretty in 1987.