Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Don't laugh.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a suburb far far away, lived a girl, who, at a very vulnerable time at her life, wore pink. It wasn't her fault, of course. She was young. She had acne. She was struggling with that young teen time of life when life is just plain difficult. It was the 80's and ruffles were in. She wanted to dance. She wanted to look pretty. And no one bothered to tell her that hot pink ruffles were not the ticket!
Long story shortened, my mom finally emptied the closet and brought my 8th grade graduation and 11th grade prom dresses here, so my girls, after a bit of side-busting laughter, could play dress up.
The little ones love them. Tiara thinks they are downright hilarious. "You wore THAT??!?!?!?" "In public?!?!??!"
The pale pink was eighth grade graduation. I actually remember picking out the fabric. That was during a particularly homely phase of life when I had short permed hair - not good. The hot pink dress I wore to prom with Tim Sheridan - a really tall senior. It was, well, pink, with lots of ruffles. Scary. Mom made them both - to her credit. Who knows... may be they'll be "in" when Elise hits high school...
Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a suburb far far away, lived a girl, who, at a very vulnerable time at her life, wore pink. It wasn't her fault, of course. She was young. She had acne. She was struggling with that young teen time of life when life is just plain difficult. It was the 80's and ruffles were in. She wanted to dance. She wanted to look pretty. And no one bothered to tell her that hot pink ruffles were not the ticket!
Long story shortened, my mom finally emptied the closet and brought my 8th grade graduation and 11th grade prom dresses here, so my girls, after a bit of side-busting laughter, could play dress up.
The little ones love them. Tiara thinks they are downright hilarious. "You wore THAT??!?!?!?" "In public?!?!??!"The pale pink was eighth grade graduation. I actually remember picking out the fabric. That was during a particularly homely phase of life when I had short permed hair - not good. The hot pink dress I wore to prom with Tim Sheridan - a really tall senior. It was, well, pink, with lots of ruffles. Scary. Mom made them both - to her credit. Who knows... may be they'll be "in" when Elise hits high school...
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