As someone who has been looking at graduation dresses since the age of 15, this is outright amazing. I mean, even the final piece of my AS Art coursework centered around a girl in a graduation dress! Although, she was lying dead in a bathtub, and was supposed to symbolize the loss of artistic value in the world, but that's beside the point. Because we have to look at where the idea was coming from.
Anyway, today I went to select my waltz dress! Which is basically a wedding dress. I've been looking at these beauties for the past three years, I've selected six, narrowed my list down to three, decided those weren't good enough, quickly made a new list last Friday, narrowed my choices down to two, and off I was to try them on!
And - oh my Gosh! Oh. My. Gosh. Oh. My. G- you get the point. Traditionally white, one of the dresses I selected had black lace on it, and it was beautiful. I was surrounded by 400 dresses, but that one was the only one I wanted to see. Total coup de foudre! It was beautiful, and I was constantly repeating how beautiful it was to everyone I met, like the American photographer in 'Holy Motors'. Except that the subject here was not a sewer-dwelling leprechaun who eats flowers and fingers alike. Yeah, so I tried it on, it turned out that it was a bit short but I remained intransigent about my choice, so they brought in about ten people who attempted to figure out what to do, when I quietly suggested that I could change my shoes. Quelle surprise, it worked.
It worked, and now it's booked for November 29th and this was a completely pointless post, unless you know me really well and know how much I am absolutely obsessed with the idea graduation balls, and how I'd even written a song and rented a dress for a grad ball I was ultimately banned from. But that's a different story...
And for those who'd like to see my Cinderella dress:
Hah, got you! If you actually believed that, I'll come and haunt you in your dreams, bearing a giant fish as my weapon. Though that WAS my actual Cinderella dress back in 2007 (PLUS: cameo by half a pair of hiking boots belonging to my former physics teacher). My 2014 version is, however:
P.S. For those people interested in pictures of me as an MC at last year's grad ball, I'm sorry but I only found ones on which I'm A) missing a head, or B) the size of an antling (a baby ant, it's a thing, you guys!).
P.S. II If you're wondering about why I use words such as intransigent, SAT words are still making my life miserable.
