Lately, while I've been out and about on the weekend I'll notice that our wait time is a little longer at a restaurant due to the glamorous bunch of young uns' in their prom attire or I'll stroll past a Hot Pink or Zebra print limo full of the same kind of group. I started reflecting with a friend of mine about our special occasion dresses. She had the fabulous idea of making pillows out of the material from her dresses. I was impressed with her sentimental approach. I on the other hand have my wedding dress stuffed somewhere in a suitcase and I donated my prom dresses to a thrift store when I was in college. What happened with those prom dresses later became a moment I will never forget.
It was a crazy afternoon and I was running errands in Abilene, TX. I pulled up in a parking lot only to have to stop and wait to let a group of about 8 little girls in tiaras, high heeled shoes that were too big for them, and dresses that were definitely bigger than them but, they had the whole princess theme going. They were clearly celebrating something and dressing up for someone's dress up tea party or such. I not only stopped to let these little girls cross the median....my jaw dropped to my surprise...there were two little girls that were wearing my old prom dresses!! So help me I am not making this up. It had to have been a fate or a "God" thing because never in my wildest dreams would I have expected or planned to run across this very moment! I know they were my dresses because I had each custom made and one of the bows still flopped over Dumbo eared like on the front of the dress! This was before flip camera phones and I wish with all my heart that I would have gotten out and told those little girls that those were my old dresses. I probably would have freaked them out being stranger danger and all.... and besides...this was their moment...their memory...their fun time that they were having with their special friends. I was blessed to see those dresses go from "someone elses junk...to someone else's treasure." :)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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