You all know what I'm talking about. You said it yourself, back in the day. "I have nothing to wear!" This is almost always said through tears, combined with a hair toss and a very exaggerated sigh at the end. Yep, that's what I heard this afternoon. Today was the final dance of the school year and, wouldn't you know, Marissah had nothing to wear. What a tragedy! Lucky for her, Mommy was more than willing to help. Heh heh heh.
For starters, I told her she was not wearing any of my shoes. Her feet are almost as big as mine, but not quite and, dammit, she's going to wear shoes that fit. Plus, I have no desire to kiss my favorites goodbye quite yet. Also, she's not real good at matching. Did I tell you about her awards ceremony at school? She looked great in a black skirt embroidered with silver (came to her knees) but I almost died when I saw that she had managed to get out of the house wearing my brown leather boots. These are boots made for jeans, you know the type: chunky heel, cut pretty wide at the top. Needless to say, I'm not taking any chances where her and shoes are concerned.
She was quite disappointed when I told her she wasn't wearing any spaghetti straps, either. I'm dead serious when I tell you that I saw many middle school girls in teeny tiny little slip dresses after her Christmas dance. It was disgusting. No way is my 11-year-old going out looking like that. We finally settled on pink embroidered capris, a white top and Mom's white with pink polka dots scarf/belt. We also put a pretty pink silk scarf (Mom's again) in her ponytail. She looked great, even with her pink Converse tennies. :)
When I dropped her off at the dance I was surprised to see her boyfriend, Geoffrey, waiting outside the school for her. I didn't think sixth grade boys knew about those kind of niceties. I even saw him open the door for her!! I didn't get to meet him then, but he walked her to the car after the dance and he shook my hand and told me it was nice to meet me. This one is definitely an improvement over the last boyfriend, that's for certain! Of course, then he hugged her goodbye and I almost fainted dead away. I know it could have been worse (and, believe me, we had the kissing talk before she left for the dance), but watching them hug was pretty damn traumatic. She's 11 for Pete's sake!!!
So she had a good time. They didn't dance, just held hands and talked. I didn't even let my eyes pop out of my head when she mentioned the hand-holding. I suspect they may have shared a kiss or (God help me) two, but I'm not going to ask her again. Yikes.
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