So, my sisters and my mom are going through our photo albums for pictures to scan onto the computer. My second scrapbook (the one they handed to me) is very short; come high school I had very few photos taken.
I did, however, have quite a few pictures of me and our fake sister the day after Homecoming, when our hair was still done and in our lovely dresses. I love that dress; it's the only formal I've ever owned and I got it for less than $40[1]. After staring at the photos of us for a while, I went downstairs and decided to try it on once more.
(It still fits.)
As I stared at myself in the mirror, I felt very wistful. I thought about the times I've worn that dress (one high school Homecoming, one college Homecoming), the time I planned to wear it and ended up in the hospital all weekend instead, and the times I could hope to wear it. I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to wear it again, which makes me sad and reveals my lack of faith in dating.
But then I started really looking, and my thoughts changed direction. In all those pictures my hair was wonderfully coiffed -- curled or straight, it was long and gorgeous. Today, it's short and spiky (I woke up with incredible bedhead and never bothered to fix it because I stay at home all day anyway) and while it's soft it's not ... pretty. It'll be years before I can count my hair one of my beauties again. So it doesn't matter if I don't get to wear my beloved dress for years and years, because I won't look right. It's the kind of dress a princess wears, not a punk.
Oh well. At least I'm alive and healthy, right?
"Pontchartrain" ~ Vienna Teng
[1]Let me tell you, after going wedding dress shopping with my sister, where the cheapest dress is just under $500, I feel even luckier to have made that purchase.
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3 comments:
Why do you not have faith in dating?
I suspected you were going to ask this.
It's not that I don't have faith in dating at all, it's that I don't have faith in dating someone that will want to take me somewhere I get to wear my formal dress. It's not very valid reasoning, but there you have it. That's what I was thinking when I wrote that. Hope springs eternal, though.
I won't want to wear it either, while my hair's shorter than his. *pathetic sigh*
:)
Formal dress wearing eh? Why wait for a guy to invite you to something formal when you can wear it for your own formal shindig?
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