Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Prom 2017 - Shopping Edition

Drunkards, we have achieved prom dress.

A few days ago, I told you that Precocious Daughter and I would be shopping for a suitable dress for her junior prom.

Not this, however.

After three days, three malls, and somewhere in the vicinity of 20-30 stores, we nailed it.

The good news: For three days straight, I got in all my steps.

(LOL, like I wear a pedometer, aka a lazy-shamer. Paff.)

The less good news - it can't be bad news because we did end up finding a dress - HOLY SHIT IT WAS AN EXHAUSTING AND STRESSFUL PROCESS.

Actually, for the most part I had a great time. For me, the stress came from watching PDaughter become stressed as store after store yielded nothing appropriate for her to wear to prom. Honestly, for all her talk about her "aesthetic" (because of course my child has one of those), she was neither nitpicky nor unreasonable about the kind of dress she wanted. But most of the stores we visited either a) had a disappointing selection or b) were way out of budget. She only tried on dresses in maybe a third of the places we visited. It's pretty discouraging to walk into and out of more than a dozen stores without even finding a candidate for the dressing room ritual.

But I stayed positive, because I have great faith in the shopping gods. I knew the right dress would cross our path. And I was right.

Early Sunday afternoon, we found an amazing dress in a wonderful formal shop that had a fabulous selection and excellent customer service.

Did it cost more than I had planned to spend? Duh, yes - mostly because it needed a few alterations to perfectly fit PDaughter's teeny-tiny form.

Do I care about that? No - because I could see in her face and hear in her voice that this was The Dress. Not The Dress She Settled For, not The Dress She Ended Up with Because It Was Just About the Last Store in Town.

She loved it. And she looked...guys, she looked so beautiful in it.

The alterations should be done by tomorrow. We just need to pick up a pair of shoes - probably silver flats because PDaughter doesn't do heels - and all will be in readiness for prom this Saturday.

I tried to find a picture of the actual dress online, but I couldn't. Then I tried to reproduce it in MS Paint, and...that didn't work.

I'll take lots of pictures on Prom Night, I promise. But just so you have a tiny bit of a mental image, it's seafoam green, it's halter-style, it has a full knee-length skirt, and there's just a touch of sparkly bling at the neckline (perfect, as PDaughter doesn't really do jewelry, so the dress does it for her).

Its prettiness is nothing compared to the smile on PDaughter's face as she looked at herself in the mirror.

I'm reminded that when I started this blog, my little girl was in the fourth grade. And now she's about to attend junior prom.

Oh hey, also I was married, a homeowner, and believed I was happy.

But I digress.


The prom dress is acquired. Milestone reached.

Pardon me while I ponder how the hell I became the mother of a 17-year-old. I'll be back.


  1. Sounds pretty! I love looking at the prom pics that my friends post. I may have to find one and share it on my blog.

  2. Among everything else I find it admirable that you went to actual brick and mortar stores instead of shopping online.
    And also that PDaughter is wearing flats. Heels are terrible on the metatarsals. Sure, they make me a few inches taller and make my legs look great, but even with those benefits I only save them for very special occasions.


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