Monday, January 9, 2012


Middle Child came home from a church youth retreat this Fall gushing about a boy. She vacillated between yearning, despair, and giddy admiration in the way of teenage girls. He was *sigh* Perfect. He met her parents. She met his parents. Middle Child wandered around smiling. Except when she giggled or sighed at a text message. The families sat together at Sunday service and made small talk afterward. There was a movie date with his parents and ice skating with us.

Perfect's school has a Winter Formal in three weeks, but he has not yet asked her to attend. The process of finding a dress is lengthy enough that we started yesterday just in case. The first two shops yielded one dress that was strangely reminiscent of Princess Leia from Star Wars and two "High-Low" dresses with handkerchief hemlines. Both of the last two were dress equivalents of a mullet (short in front, long in back) that had been through a shredder. None of these were what she really hoped to find. The perfect dress our (apparently reformed) tomboy is hunting will feature a fitted bodice with sparklies all over it and a foofy tulle skirt. Seriously.


Sally said...

Hey Holly, I jumped over from Green Girl. I hope your daughter finds her 'perfect' dress. I have a boy and buying his clothes are simple, t-shirt and jeans. Have a great week. Cheers.

Leanne said...

Aw. So sweet. Good luck with the dress and the uh, boy! Let us know if he asks her to the formal!!

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Oh, young love! First dresses! First dances! I hope this is all she dreams it will be.