When I was 16, my mother made me a purple formal gown.
I wore it to prom. My friend Erin came over to my house to help me get ready. We picked a hairstyle out of a magazine. If Jennifer Love Hewitt could pull it off, then so could I. The date itself was pretty unremarkable, but I felt so elegant in my gown. Plus, that was the only time I went to Prom.
I wore it at the open house for my sister's wedding. Before we left for Utah and the wedding, my parents held an open house for my sister and brother in law. She wore her wedding gown, so I wore my pretty purple dress. Long white gloves and all. We had so much fun getting ready together with our curlers and our lipstick.
I wore it at my sister's wedding reception. We stayed at my Grandma Kimber's house while we were in Utah. My sister sat on the floor in front of a mirror in the back room as she styled her hair and put on her make up. She was gorgeous in her wedding dress with her veil. After her marriage ceremony in the Salt Lake Temple, I changed into my dress and got ready for the reception. That day was full of sunshine and the light was so warm. When my sister left for her honeymoon, she told me I looked beautiful.
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I love this! What a special dress, and what special memories. I myself only went to Prom as a junior and not a senior. I was the only girl out of my group of LDS friends not to have a date that year. My mom bought me an InStyle magazine and a roll of Necco wafers on my pillow, with a note hoping to cheer me up. It helped a little...and looking back, I'm glad I didn't go (as it gave me valuable insights into the world of missing some milestones and surviving, if only barely).
In your ward, did the youth dress up in their Prom finery for church the next day? That was always such a fun tradition for us! I loved seeing the rows of filmy skirts and tux jackets, and during my junior year it was a heady experience recurling updos and freshening corsages for the big debut. It might have been even more fun than the actual Prom! (I went with a very nice boy I had absolutely no interest in, and spent the evening silencing the pesky inner question "So, where's the magic? Isn't this supposed to feel magical?") But the magic was apparently there, because my husband saw a picture of me taken on the dance floor and keeps a copy of it on his desk at work, as it's one of his favorites. :) I think it's sweet...even if it makes him look like a pervert for marrying an underage teenager!
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