Hello everyone!
As a little girl I always dreamed about going to prom. I loved to watch the older girls in my neighborhood stand outside in their pretty ballgowns and take pictures with their dates in the spring time. The beautiful and colorful corsages around their wrists always caught my eye from afar as they attempted to pin the boutonniere on their counterpart. They always rode off in a shiny limo, the windows tinted so I couldn't see their faces but I knew they were probably laughing and have a good time inside. I would always lay in my bed at night and try and wait to hear them come home, but I always fell asleep well before midnight; the time the dance ended and the Cinderellas came home.
Prom is such a cliche yet it fascinates me as much as it did when I was a little girl. My first prom was two years ago as a sophomore. I was only 16 and wasn't technically allowed to go to prom at that age. The only reason I got to go was because Matt was a junior and was allowed to bring a younger date. I remember that night being everything I could have ever dreamed prom being. To me it was this magical night where I got to live my fantasies. In reality though? It was just a low-budget dance where everyone left the first half hour and Matt and I were one of the only couples left. But I didn't care at that moment. No one was going to stop me from having the magical night I had always dreamed of.
Last year was my first prom I was actually allowed to attend being an upperclassman. I started my preparation for my dream night a half a year ahead of time. I thrifted the perfect vintage 1950's dress. I remember fretting so much during the weeks leading up to my junior prom about everything and anything. The weather, my hair, my makeup...It wasn't until the night finally arrived that I relaxed and was allowed to be Cinderella for a night once again. I danced and swayed with my partner till 11, where then we left prom (it hadn't been as magical as the year before) and went to the after prom school hosted party. Coming in at 3 AM I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and smiled. My bobby pins were sticking out everywhere, my makeup smudged, but all I wanted to do was relive the night.
And that brings me to this year. My senior prom. The night I've been waiting for. I wanted my dress to be perfect and I was determined to keep looking until I found it. There's something about a dress when you try it on...the way it fits. The way it looks. The way it flows. You just...know. I knew this was the dress I wanted the minute I laid my eyes upon it. The cascading rosettes and layers of tulle remind me of a whimsical, fantastical dreamland. The soft, rosy nude color lays and wraps me in nostalgia and days of past. The way the dress gracefully skim the floor and seems as if it's a cloud...floating. The delicate, intricate beading on the bust. Jewels of past years I'd like to imagine. All shining and glittering with brilliant stories to tell. I couldn't have picked a more magical dress. It makes me feel like the girl I always dreamt of being. I only wanted to show you all a few sneak peeks of it, and keep it locked away from prying human eyes until May the 5th. See you all then... ♥
With much love, Lauren.
