Good News, guys! I found my prom dress. ‘Hoorah’ the crowd cheers from below the balcony. ‘Hoorah, Hoorah’.
Okay, so all is well-ish. My dress is gorgeous, I love her. Yes I am personifying her because I am that in love. She is silver, some may say gray but they are wrong. She has a diamond-shaped brooch just below the chest area, strapless, horizontal gathers around the breast area and vertical gathers just below the chest to hold the brooch in place. Last but not least a sheath down the front (is that what they’re called? Like, a trail but down the front) and a trail at the back; which I am now having second thoughts about because I heard a lot of dresses get stepped on.
Finding a dress was difficult because, well the mother and I have such different tastes but I’m glad she was there to help despite the difference in opinions because, well, we got there in the end. The ‘ish’ part of this post is subject to that I want my dress NOW, here. But, mum’s busy working and we have to be together to pick it up and we are both busy. Meh.
So, now all that is needed is some jewelry; something dainty and elegant, and of course to sort out my hair, majorly. Fonthill Road in Finsbury Park, London is packed with dresses at this time of the year; I recommend it to anyone looking for a prom dress, they do offer a wide range of choices but unfortunately a lot of the dresses are the same.
I will you keep you posted on the whole ‘prom’ thing.
I can’t even begin to express the anticipation I am feeling for prom. I have to find a dress. I want to apologise to everyone who has to read this and listen to the vain rantings of a teenage girl.
So, I had found a dress, and it was perfect. But I changed my mind since I found the same dress on 3 other websites (plus it got claimed by some other person; and me being me allowed her to have it. Why am I so nice?!). It turns out though, that people usually have an idea of what they are wearing but pretty much turn out with something different.
I just want to look amazing. I know that if I allow myself to get worked up then no matter what i find it won’t be good enough. But rest assured I will keep my mind open, dedicate a whole weekend to dress shopping. Sorry, did I say dress shopping, I meant dress HUNTING. Like, an explorer in the Jungle I will pounce upon anything stunning. I’ll duck and dive and roll into shops and keep an eye out for danger (tacky, puffy, massive dresses). On second thoughts, I’ll look a bit strange doing that.
So, with just over 2 months untill the big day; I can only hope and pray that the right dress is waiting for me, just me in some shop somewhere. Waiting, hoping to be owned, draping hopeless on a hanger searching for an owner. Grrr, I’m gonna get aggressive with this prom thing!
Peace Out Yo! Evie xoxox