What Goes Around Comes Around . . or so it seems

          Last week Richard took Jai and her friend prom shopping.  I had planned to go with them but was feeling dizzy and nauseous and thought it might be better just to stay home – not that it was a huge sacrifice on my part NOT to go shopping.  Anyone who has read my blog from the beginning or just certain posts KNOWS that I am not a shopper by any means.  Jai’s not much of a shopper either or girly, although she has been interested in dressing up for prom in something frilly.

          Jaime had chosen a tiered pink dress that really did not seem to fit her taste.  I don’t know if she really liked it or just felt pressure from Richard and Ruth.  I know she got the shoes just to shut them up, but was not comfortable wearing them. When she modeled the items for me, I noticed that the back did not zip all the way.  She was hoping for alterations but the fabric seemed to sheer to really work with.

          Ruth had also chosen a dress and shoes.  Richard paid for Ruth's dress and shoes with the expectations that she would pay him back – although neither one of us see that happening.  I think her own dad purchased a second hand car for her to drive.  We don’t know how she is able to afford gas.

          I had her try on my green dress – which she looks really good in by the way.  She said she liked it but not as a prom dress.  Understandable.  But the more she thought about it, the more she had talked herself into it.  Meanwhile we had purchased two more dresses as options.  One we brought home and she tried on yesterday – and although she liked the look of it, she is not thrilled with the feel.  The other is set to arrive on Monday (so much for wearing that on Easter)

          And now a member of our ward has also ordered a dress and has offered to take Jaime shopping.  This sister has had a lot of difficulties come up in her life and has conquered them in a variety of ways.  Sometimes it seems to me that she tackles her problems in much different ways than I myself would.  From my observation she sometimes seems to create mountain out of molehills.  But I could be wrong.  I know she’s much more aggressive than I am.

          She really didn’t have to do that – especially as I don’t think her financial situation is the greatest.  But I could be wrong about that, too.  She said she considers Jaime one of her girls and really wants to do this for her.  Perhaps she felt inspired. Who am I to deprive her of blessings?  Thank you.

Among the Missing

I did have a few photos of me at various dances such as my high school Junior Prom.  It was held at the capitol building and I had asked a guy that I worked with.  I thought it would be cool to attend the junior prom in my junior year but was not popular enough to be asked out.  Thus I had asked someone who went to another high school and school district. We both felt like outcast in this luxurious room full of students that neither of us shared commonalities.  We left and went to Snelgroves (the ice cream parlor where both of us worked) and had some ice cream.  Afterwards we decided to go to a disco scene called The Front Page.  We were serverly overdressed – but had a lot more fun at the Front Page than at the capitol building.

 There was another dance I had attended when I had gone to at Ricks College – I don’t even remember the theme or dance name.  I remember my date making pom-pom figures to match what we were wearing.  I think we may have had one other date and that was it.  I don’t think I would even have thought about my missing photos except for Jai’s senior prom is coming up.

Jai’s Senior prom is scheduled to be held at the Grand Victorian where she has played parts in theatre productions.  Originally she had wanted to make a garbage dress similar to the one that Cruella wears in this scene 

Only instead of using newspaper, she was planning on every homework assignment.  Only she hasn’t figured out how to fix it off herself and transfer back onto herself.  Richard wants to take her shopping for an actual prom dress – which I really don’t mind but I loathe shopping and I loathe spending money on an item that may only be worn just once.  I enjoyed wearing dresses when I was her age but she hates wearing dresses probably more than I hate shopping.  (Shopping online isn’t all that bad – but she really should be trying the dress on . . . .

So here are the photos I do have:

This is the dress I wore to the prom; this photo was taken 
the following year when I ran for Miss Teen Midvale

I don't know what possessed me to think that jacket might look good
with a recycled choir dress.  The dress that my mom is wearing is the
same one I am wearing in my wedding picture. Made for good use, I thought.

Gazing At Me Through Barbie Doll Shades

           Whenever Roland and I happen to be watching Game Shows together, without fail he will ask what I think about the dresses the models are wearing.

          “What do you think of that dress?”

          “I bet that dress would look good on you.”

          “Would you wear that dress?”

          I’m flattered that he believes I would be able to fit into anything that a game show model is wearing as I was not that size since college.  Overall I’m really NOT impressed with whatever.  I would be even less impressed if it did come in my size.  There are just some fashions that somebody my shape should NOT be wearing.

          “Do you like that dress?” he asked yesterday as we were watching The Price is Right.

          “I think it would be great if I had the desire to look like a disco ball. If it did come in my size I would be for shortening the sleeves and making a longer hem.”

          I rarely ever see a dress that I might wear – even at my college size.  I would not wear them as dresses though, but as tops – except for the long ones that go down past the ankle.  There was one he said I would look good in and he is always genuine about it.  I told him thanks but I thought the model looked like a wedding cake topper and if I was to wear something like that I would look like the tiered wedding cake itself and not just the topper.

          I asked Jenna for a description of how Roland views me.  She is the one who had suggested that he’s been wearing Barbie doll shades.  That seems like an appropriate description. I don’t mind wearing dresses and I do admit that I don’t have the greatest sense of fashion, but I’d rather be comfortable in my clothes than self conscience – especially now. But perhaps I would do better in model dresses during the pandemic as Roland and Jenna are the only ones who will see me.  All dressed up and nowhere to go.  So why bother?

          My husband has always looked at me with puppy eyes.  Puppy eyes wearing Barbie shades.