I love beautiful dresses. I don't wear them. I never have. I would have loved to. But I love to look and adore. I imagine myself being 20 again wearing one. So next best thing is to live through my daughters. Our son won't wear them either. Tee Hee!
I wanted to post these and confess I am neither tortured nor have some angry angst. I love all things beautiful whether it's clothing, furniture, the way a lawn is manicured or how a blanket is folded over a chair, dishes displayed, laundry neatly piled after folding. I believe in reference for every task. This rant went further than just prom dresses! But sometimes experiences make me feel like I need to apologize for myself and my "provincial tastes". Man, what brought this on! I think this all came about from recently checking out the arts district in Culver City, CA. What a charming and very hip area! So cool! Young people defining themselves and how they live. And I felt like a duck out of water. I felt very "out of touch". I just need to get out of my "cow town" more often. What a great place to visit! Now I have work to do to try and be more sophisticated.