Springtime means renewal, flowers, and school ending.  My students, in addition to heavy focus on their studies (ahem), are gearing up for their ninth grade Social, which is like a Freshmen Only semi-formal dance.  The girls have been showing me pictures of dresses and hairstyles.  It brings me back to the social I attended, which sent me to the attic.

While there, I found an album of pictures of me at several proms over the years.  By the time I was a junior in high school, I had attended several proms.  My parents had a One Dress Policy--I was only allowed to buy one dress for that year to any formal I went to.  I found pictures tonight of my favorite dress....it was pale pink, strapless (which was much more WOW-ing then than it is today) and had white brocade and clear sequins on the bodice, which just dusted the floor.  Dyed to match shoes, of course!  It was the penultimate prom dress.  I adored it.

I wore it to 3 proms that year...and that dress held up at each one.  It was dreamy.

This was the Spring of 1990.  Actually, they say a picture is worth a thousand words...

I'm not sure if anyone recognizes this guy....

Same dress different prom night.....

You can even get a glimpse of the Butt Bow on this one.

It was more than just a dress.  It fulfilled a lot of little girl dreams of getting dressed up and go all out.  It was wonderful.