Cinderella at the Ball

The closest I've come to attending a ball was, of course, my high school prom.  I couldn't afford to buy a formal dress, so I designed and sewed my own.  My junior year, I was inspired by Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.  My dress had a long white linen skirt with a sleeveless black and white brocade bodice.  My date, the day before, ended up in the hospital after trying to dunk a basketball.  I was chairman of the decorating committee, a finalist for prom queen and I didn't have a date.  He was released in time for the dance, but wasn't up to dancing.   I didn't make the prom royalty.  Yeah, bummer!!

Senior year, my dress was the same pattern with a beige satin skirt and beige and gold brocade bodice.  I can't remember what shoes I wore, but they weren't made of glass.  My now husband was my date.  My curfew was usually midnight, but my parents gave permission for me to stay out later than usual.  I didn't have to worry about our coach, a 1964 station wagon, turning into a pumpkin.  We were in love and I felt just like Cinderella with her Prince Charming at the ball.  Ahhhh, young love!!  It was such a wonderful time!! and we've lived happily ever after!!