This Friday night is the school's Spring Dance. Yes, Rob and I are chaperoning again and yes, I am terrified...read why here. Our own little Syglets decided she wants to wear a dress this year. First garment that she's worn voluntarily other than jeans and a t-shirt since she's been with us.
So, the two old men took her on a full day of shopping. We went to our favorite store where we always have lots of success and the prices are right. The first dress she tried on was too "Easter Sunday". Second dress didn't fit. Third dress was covered with ruffles...all over...everywhere. Hated it. But, she liked it and Rob liked it. I hated it so much that I touched each and every other dress in the store and held most of them up so she could turn her nose or roll her eyes at them. But, I kept hunting and eventually, I found this dress. Not much bettter, but some better. A little too "Suzy goes to a spring wedding" for me.
I don't think she understands quite how uncomfortable she's going to be on Friday night in this dress and we're going to take jeans in the truck...just in case. We've already decided that she has to wear a pair of her spandex volleyball shorts underneath it. Who knows, maybe she'll take to dresses like RuPaul did and we won't be able to get her out of them after this.
Rob is thinking of getting a tattoo that says Cell Block D to scare boys away with.
After the dress, there were shoes. She wanted purple and we couldn't find them, and after two stores ended with this pair of black flats. And, while we were buying the dress, we forgot to get a slip, so we had to stop at yet another store for that. By the time we ate lunch and got home, Rob and I both needed a nap.
As, did the cats.
I can't quite believe that our little tomboy wants to wear a dress.
Take care and have a great Monday.