My mother and I stood in the junior's department in Macy's and were looking at a beautiful lavender empire waist gown with a beaded bodice. A sales associate saw my mother and I looking at the dress and told us that the dress also came in green. "It's beautiful," I said longingly, "but what it needs is sleeves.".
I had been invited my sophomore year to go to Senior Ball with a group of friends. I love to get dressed up and so I couldn't wait for the prom dress shopping to begin. It was spring break when my mother and began the search. All the dresses had spaghetti straps, halter tops, or were strapless. It turns out the sales associate was also LDS and had faced this ordeal before with her own daughter. She recommended that we search online.
We went home that afternoon and I took a nap. When I woke up, I went downstairs to the computer room and my mom had found a website that sold prom dresses with sleeves. I was amazed as I scrolled down the screen and saw how many choices I had. The pictures were only thumbnails and I couldn't expand but I got the feeling of what the dresses looked like. The dress I wanted had a corset bodice and box pleated skirt. Unfortunately, there was no option to order the dress from the website and have it shipped to the house. The closest vendor of this line was in Citrus Heights, an hour and a half away. My mom felt that it was worth it. She called and placed the order to the bridal store.
My dress came in on a Friday. The next day I had a choir performance and so my mom left our house in the morning, drove the hour and a half. I tried on the dress and I felt like Cinderella. We were probably at the store for a total of 30 minutes. Then we drove another hour and a half to Hayward where my choir performance was held.
The next year, we would drive up to the Sacramento area again for a dress for Junior Prom. I remember as we drove home, I turned to my mom and thanked for making that trip. She turned to me and said "Thank you for dressing modestly."
I'm glad that I didn't lower my standards for "special" occasions and for having a mom that taught me that modesty is worth the sacrifice.
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I do remember the trip to Sacramento for the blue dress. What I remember about the trip though (besides getting that dress you loved)was that we were working on getting driving hours for you and so you drove on the way over. It was a little hair raising, but heaven was with us that day. I remember that trip fondly.
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