The Girl went to her first prom this weekend. She got to go with our Dear Friend Chris, Thursday evening for what Christ called a "right of passage", a pedicure...Chris' treat. Did I mention The Girl is spoiled?
The our lovely neighbor--who has only boys, and military boys at that--came over and did her hair. The Girl had been over to Becky's a couple of days before for a few "trial runs". Becky designed a swirly bun line with some clip on sparkly bits for The Girl's big date. Good thing we have Becky. My hair talent is nil.
I did help her with the make up. The Girl doesn't really wear much, so we used just a little more than nothing to give her a glamorous look for the night.
Then her date, Trent got there. She pinned on the boutineer with minimal coaching from me. Though I think she pinned in on the wrong side of his coat. They were running late, and she got it on her first attempt. So there it stayed.
Lucky for Trent, the corsage he brought for her was a wrist kind...easy--peasy.
There they are. First Prom date...in her borrowed, puffy, sparkly fancy-pants dress. Not too bad if I do say so myself.
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