When I showed you my office overhaul a while back, I mentioned that I still have the Seventeen magazine that my high school graduation dress was featured in. A couple of you asked if you could see the dress. Your wish is my command. Here I am wearing it, above.
I guess when I saw this dress in Seventeen I just had to have it.
Back then, without the benefit of online ordering, we Canadians often couldn’t have the things we saw in American magazines. But Mom made sure I got the dress I wanted. We crossed the border to Buffalo and picked it up there.
My grad date is now my husband. He lived just shy of the wrong side of the tracks…literally. One more house, a roadway and then the train tracks. I wondered how they slept with the rumble of commercial and passenger trains day and night.
Hard to believe over two decades have passed since. His long hair is short now and mine is a less vivid shade of blonde, but we are still the same people inside. I always hope our kids think we’re cool, but I don’t think that’s the case …maybe that would be unnatural.
It’s odd that I picked a white, wedding dress-style creation for grad. I wasn’t the type of girl who ever fantasized about a dreamy wedding. And yet I ended up marrying the guy who accompanied me (and my white dress) to the grad dance.
We got married just about 10 years later.