Well, today was the big day. I really don’t know where to begin so I’ll just start where the day begins to get stressful. I think it started when I burned Morgan’s prom dress. No kidding, I wanted to iron it to get a few of the wrinkles out and everything was going along nicely but the iron must have surged or something because the fabric suddenly disintegrated right before my very eyes – in a flash! I panicked a little, not sure what to do. Go buy a new dress? Tell her, don’t tell her? I assessed the damage and it looked bad but it was at the very bottom of the dress kind of in a fold so I opted to keep my mouth shut and hope she didn’t notice, she would have freaked out. Things sort of went downhill from there. Her sister was supposed to be home to help her fix her hair and due to circumstances beyond her control, wasn’t able to get here. Here’s the real problem though, Morgan should have started getting ready at about 2:00 instead of 4:00. She had people coming for pictures at 5:30 and one and a half hours to get herself “prom-ready” was not nearly enough time. It was about here that she decided to give herself a French manicure. Those of you that know Morgan can imagine that this was a task that has “disaster” written all over it. But, fortunately, it went fairly smoothly and she only had to start over about 5 times, didn’t spill the nail polish once, and her nails ended up looking pretty good.
The hair however, was another story all together. In her mind, I was hardly capable of doing what she needed to have done. There were some deep sighs, a little bit of voice raising, some minor verbal indiscretions, lots of hair spray flying (only a couple of times in her eyes and I swear it was an accident), many starts and stops, and a few things thrown. But thanks to her friend Jess schooling me in the proper curling iron technique, and YouTube for schooling me in the correct way to make a hair bump, her hair ended up looking adorable, at least for a bit. (The minute she stepped outside, the humidity undid most of my curling iron work). During the hair event, the first of the roughly 20 prom goers arrived about 30 minutes early. It was a little uncomfortable because they weren’t a couple any of us knew very well. I didn’t have time to play hostess so I just left them alone and went on about my business, yelling and all. I’m sure they thought we were nuts and I think it was their first date – awkward.
The next little fiasco was when the blessed eye-liner pencil broke. This almost caused a melt-down but fortunately she has a wonderful father who happened to be out at the time so she called him with an exact description of the eye pencil. I had a visual of this “manly man” hunting and searching through the tons of make-up at the grocery store and thinking there was no way he was going to find it and if he did it could possibly take the rest of the night. Not because he’s not capable but finding a specific type of anything in the make-up aisle is a challenge for the most seasoned make-up shoppers. But find it he did. Dad saved the day - lucky for him he didn’t have to do her hair.
The rest of the prom-goers arrived in spurts, along with their parents to take pictures. I think we must have had close to 40 people here for that. It was packed. We went out to the porch and took lots of pictures. It was windy and the skies were threatening but we got the pictures in and luckily Rach got here just in time to see her sis before they all headed out. Morgan gave hugs all around and being the sweet daughter she is, I got double hugs and a “thanks for helping me Mom, I love you.” Looking at this beautiful (on the inside and the outside) daughter, my heart was full. Suddenly the stress of the day melted away and I was grateful to God that I was one that He had blessed to be Morgan’s mom. Now, if I’m very lucky, she won’t notice that her dress has that one little melted square at the bottom. God Bless!
awe! And from the pictures, she looks great, and so did everyone else.
So do tell… did she ever notice the iron mishap?
She didn’t see it but when she came home, I told her what happened. By then the dress had a chocolate stain on the front and some dirt and grass stains at the bottom of it. In other words, the little bit of melted fabric was NOTHING at that point – ha!
Mom, you’re so funny : )
that was one of those “making memories” days. Morgan looked adorable. hope she had fun!
Guess who got all weepy? I felt as if I was right there. I am so proud of you for not telling her about the burn on the dress. She looked beautiful but that comes as no surprise from Pam that loves her so.