Faithful Drunkards will remember that in May of this year, Precocious Daughter and I went shopping for a prom dress.
After childbirth and divorce, it was maybe the hardest thing I've ever done.
With bra shopping not that far behind. But I digress.
Well, tonight is PDaughter's Homecoming dance. Her last one. Although I'm not really allowed to talk about that.
In her freshman year, PDaughter went to the dance with three friends - two female and one male. It was adorable.
But she skipped the dance as a sophomore and junior. She marched in the Homecoming parade, she played at the Homecoming game, but she sat out the dance. Her choice.
(I never once participated in any Homecoming activity in high school. Are you shocked?)
Last week she announced she was going to the dance as a senior - in fact, with the same young man with whom she went as a freshman. Totally platonic, and mostly because he has his driver's license and she only has her permit.
Anyway, she dragged me to the mall to go dress shopping. And, per the first link in this post, I was expecting the worst.
Fortunately, the teenage stakes for choosing a Homecoming dress are exponentially lower than the stakes for choosing a prom dress.
For prom, it took three days, three malls, and two dozen stores to find the perfect dress.
But for Homecoming 2017...one store visited, one dress tried on. And the dress was 40% off. Done.
Yeah, I don't understand how the universe works, either.
So we bought this adorable, perfectly-fitting, blue velvet dress.
Aside to female Drunkards: If you've been in a store in the last few weeks, you've probably noticed that velvet is THE. THING. THIS. FALL. I mean, Starbucks is probably going to create a velvet latte, because screw pumpkin spice, velvet is the shit this year. I've been Team Velvet since about 2000, but I'm a goddamn visionary.
Anyway.
You may remember that a couple of weekends ago, PDaughter scored a bitchin' faux-leather ensemble at Goodwill.
Well, she paired her pretty, demure, strappy blue velvet dress with the black pleather jacket she got.
It looked amazing, you guys.
She did a smoky eye and a dark lip and finished it off with patent-leather ballet flats. Because she can totally rock that look.
I don't know how this is my child.
I don't know how I got to the point of having a high-school senior, honestly.
If you know me IRL, you can see pics on my Facebook page. If you don't...shit, I'm not that difficult to find. Look up single mom dirtbag blogger and you'll see me. I'll totally accept your friend request.
Warning: I post about PDaughter ALL THE TIME. Just sayin.
Senior year. Homecoming. Sigh.
It's kind of nice to know I'm not the only one who never went to any Homecoming thing. Heck, after all these years I'm still not sure what they hell Homecoming is or why it's a big deal, and I've always been embarrassed to ask. If only there were a thing, maybe starting with 'G' and ending with 'e' with a 'oogl' in between where I could ask these embarrassing questions...
ReplyDeleteAdmittedly I did ask my thirty-year old seven-months pregnant friend to Homecoming. She was unavailable, unfortunately.
Congratulations to PDaughter on making it this far. May her senior year continue to be great.
You are a strong woman.You are bringing up your daughter so well thats why she is confident enough. I am glad you had a great time with your daughter buying dress for her prom night.
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