It was 1977, about March. I was a senior in high school, looking forward to graduating, college, life! Senior prom was looming ahead, I was not really thinking about it, I knew I would not be asked, and quite frankly, really did not care.
I had been so very bullied all through my elementary and mid school years, that I really kept everyone, especially boys at arm's length. My ideal was a dark Spanish type, which did not exist at all in my school. Maybe I purposely set such an opposite ideal in my mind than existed in my Northeastern State. Most girls were devastated if they were not asked, I really could care less!
However, my sweet Mama had different ideas. I would walk into the sewing room as she was working away on my dress, feeling distressed that she was working so hard, knowing she was wasting time. But the love she showed was and is priceless! She was determined that I should go to the prom. Being not too ugly (beautiful in her eyes, like any mother!) she felt for sure they guys were just lined up to ask! Frankly, I did scare them away. So fearful was I of being treated terribly, that I really kept them at arm's length with polite standoffish-ness.
My Mama purchased this beautiful white lace (really I also thought it was a tad too bridal!), and a georgeous Oscar De La Renta Vogue pattern. It was a long gown, ruffled shoulders, long skirt flowing gently into a soft floor length ruffle. She was a superb seamstress, so the dress turned out fabulous! Sadly, I never wore it.
Much later, my sweet (and beautiful!) daughter wore it for dress up, and I am creating with the remnants. The vintage lace is a cotton blend, really beautiful with a nice body for all kinds of accessories.
Maybe the lace never went to the prom, but it is being worked into wonderful accessories which may travel the world!
Oh, by the way, I moved to Texas, met and married a gorgeous black-haired Spaniard, (yes, his family is from Spain) and we have been married 20 years plus! So, my ideal came true. Be careful what you wish for....
Wise Saying: What you can believe, you can achieve. I think by Norman Vincent Peale.