Yesterday, I took my prom dress from the closet to show a friend, sure it was a size zero or some other appalling number. Not so. In fact, it was only one size smaller than I am now. I’m totally going to have panels made in the sides so that I can wear the dress again someday. And just so you don’t hate me for being a twig – I lost the pounds this summer the hard way -- Lean Cuisines and Kleenex tissues. (But I'm soooo much better now!)
Anyway, it was a rocking dress. Strapless, black shiny material all gathered in up and down the sides. A cute little peplum skirt. I wore it with a retro faux-fur jacket with a one-button closure. Super cute.
My prom date was my best guy friend – which means there was no making out involved. So sad. But, I do remember going to a friend’s after party and arguing with some student government kids until the wee hours of the morning. Why and what we argued about ... I have no clue.
But, back to the dress. Get this – a few years ago when I visited my sister’s house, she was having a garage sale and there on the rack – was MY dress! And priced at like, five dollars! How she got the dress, I don’t remember, but we exchanged some choice words. Mostly comprised of me yelling about her being a total closet thief for all of her life. When that line of discussion didn’t work, I grabbed the dress and drove off.
The feeling of dancing in that gown – even with a boy who I knew was not going to kiss me goodnight (though I was secretly hoping) was magic. Magic I wasn’t ready to part with. And magic I still need today.
So, what special things have you kept from high school?