The closets in my parents’ house are a bizarre time warp- nothing ever gets thrown out, clothing and magazines from decades ranging back to the 40’s can be found with stuff purchased at Walmart last week.
When I was 19 or so, I found my old junior prom dress hanging in my closet. My junior prom experience wasn’t the best- I went as a sophomore with someone I didn’t particularly like, just so I could get the dress and the hair-do. Yes, I had one of those strange poufy French twist braid type hair arrangements, it added at least 5 inches to my height. The dress had an empire waist, acres of chiffony white skirt, and a green bodice with a white lace overlay. I don’t remember loving it, it was kind of in the category of my date- a necessary means to an end.
By the time I was 19, I had become an iconoclastic hippy type, always wearing the same pair of much patched blue jeans. I was insufferable. When I found my prom dress on a visit home, I put it on and ran downstairs laughing.
My mother saw me in the dress, looked horrified, and then burst into tears. Even my cruel adolescent self knew I had gone too far.Share Your Thoughts