Prom Approacheth …
It's suddenly prom season.
Unbeknown to me, the season has crept up on us. While the date still lies three months away, my friends have taken no notice of it. They are concerned with much more then the fact that prom is still three months away. We have to get ready now.
This minor fact was left out for me, and while I remember searching through prom dresses with my sister mid-winter time for her prom dress, I kept forgetting that it’s suddenly my turn to take this on.
My sister lives miles away now and I now have to find a dress (basically) on my own. But I’m actually not quite sure how to go about it.
What’s an appropriate price? What size am I in this mess of dresses? Do I have to wear heels? Who’s going to do my makeup? What about my hair?
It’s frazzling to suddenly wake up to reality like this. That I’m going to have to find a dress, then get it tailored, and then find shoes, and then figure everything else out.
I’m not sure how my sister did it, but she definitely handled it with a bit of more grace then I seem to be.
While I am looking forward to the date, it’s not really cracking up to all I thought it would be. In all the movies I’ve watched they make it into this big, momentous thing that is somehow supposed to be important to teenagers.
Something along the lines of “the best nights of our lives” rings through my memory, but I can imagine myself making it home by one in the morning and watching The Lord of the Rings again.
It’s so much work, and everyone keeps telling me how much money I need to spend, and I refuse to believe that, too.
Maybe I would have more fun sitting at home. I’m not sure yet. Or maybe I can just not go dress-shopping and somehow remove the gum from my sister’s old dress and wear that.
‘Cause it really makes me feel better that I’m going to spend all this money on a dress, and then I’m going to somehow get gum on it. Yes, it’s really my dream.
Really, though, I don’t mind the prep and pamper and everything that comes along with it. I know I’ll enjoy the day. I’m just not looking forward to everything that comes before it.
I know I’ll manage, though.