Eighth grade formal dress? Not that big a deal right? Well try finding one that's appropriate for the formal, your "eighth grade recognition assembly" and church on Easter. Here's a hint, it takes you, your aunt, your mom, five stores and around sixty dresses.
There were the oh dear god no dresses;
I must admit I honestly did have fun trying on these awful dresses. I found them quite amusing--even if they did make me look like a sixty year old woman going to bingo Tuesday... Don't I look like I'm in pain in some of these dresses? Trust me, it wasn't a look. I actually was in pain in some of them.
Or as I like to call it-the little black dress that every woman should have one of but not for an eighth grade formal nor eighth grade graduation.
There were several other dresses that I'm not going to embarrass myself by showing you. I.E. the dress that looked like something off of Preacher's daughters...or the blue dress that cut off circulation to my brain. Of course I don't even have pictures to show you because my dear old mom didn't even take pictures of them. I should be glad though...my brother probably would've used them to blackmail me into telling him the name of my crush or something.
In all truth, several of these dresses were tried on after I found my perfect dress--mostly because my Aunt didn't think yellow was a good color on me. However nothing else fit as well and was no where near as durable or multi-occasion. So by now you're sitting on the edge of your seat thinking 'her dress has got to be better than some of the awful ones I just looked at, right?' Never fear, I have a picture;
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| (Just to clarify--it's the golden yellow one, not the weird polka dot thing in the back) |
And now, a small fortune later I have new problems. Hair, shoes, make-up, jewelry?
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