It seems as if the invitation will never arrive.
Monday, nothing. Tuesday, nothing. Wednesday, Thursday. Whenever. Whatever. She can't wait forever to start shopping. Practically everyone else already has their dress!
It's only the most promising event on the seventh grade social calendar and her mother is acting like it isn't even real just because the stupid invitation hasn't arrived.
Too old for the daddy-daughter dances, too young for prom, the seventh-grade girls were trapped in a glamourless landscape of Aeropostale sweatpants and afterschool sock hops as far as they could see.
Then along came Joseph Balakovich and centuries of cultural tradition that the girls have subsumed into a single headline from the marie claire fall fashion alert: Ruffles rule!
The girl and her friends are so eager to share in this fashion cultural and spiritual milestone in the life of their friend and classmate they can not stop texting about it.
"Did u see Molly's dress?" "Wat is Amelia wearing?" And "OMG, I think that is the exact same dress that Emma bought!!!"
Probably they are also googling sections of the Torah and sharing thoughts on the age of moral responsibility, but I don't overhear everything.
Behind the excitement, a platoon of mothers is dispatched to area malls to commence arguing shopping. Dresses are considered, rejected, considered again, argued over, purchased, returned and repurchased. Unless that is just the way we do it?
Pointless discussions ensue over proper dress. No middle school girl will be caught dead in a dress that covers her shoulders and her knees, no matter how many years of tradition are behind it. It is also a foregone conclusion that the best dress will be the one that costs the most.
Are you licensed to use terms like Oy vey?
Posted by: Audubon Ron | September 27, 2010 at 12:08 PM
License, Schmicense.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | September 27, 2010 at 06:37 PM
They are right, ruffles rule and that is one beautiful dress! Stifling my "awwww" reflex here.
Posted by: nthnglsts | September 27, 2010 at 07:03 PM
Is it kosher to wear black to a bar mitzvah?
Posted by: MommyTime | September 28, 2010 at 06:08 PM
It better be. I'm not sure they will let us back into the shop where we changed our mind 18 times, before finally settling on the most expensive. Which is a useful shortcut to remember next time.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | September 29, 2010 at 07:51 AM
Did your daughter question why you took a picture that cut off her head?
I would've been all, "Geesh, Mom. Whaddaya taking a picture of my CHEST for?!?"
Posted by: Seriously, Jess | October 01, 2010 at 03:13 AM
Obviously your children are not old enough yet to have their own agents. Once they do, the use of their image becomes an exercise in complex negotiation.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | October 01, 2010 at 05:54 PM