Ordering anything online is usually nerve-wracking to me. I can’t wrap my mind around how they can provide me with a size chart and expect it to fit me the same way it fit the model on the watermarked photo. But when Neiman Marcus, Saks and Nordstrom all fail to provide you with that long-awaited “say yes to the dress” moment, becomes time to take measures into your own hands.
I’ve reserved my right to wear red at any high school homecoming dance or formal function. I have retained my red sweetheart neck-lined gown dreams for this year. And before I was pleasantly surprised by how excited I now am about Senior prom—before I had even made it up in my head that I would be attending , I assumed I would wear this imaginary dress to the homecoming dance. But after being whole-heartedly swooned by a green ten dollar vintage steal in the back of a Sapulpa Oklahoma boutique, I then realized this red gown affair would have to take place at Senior prom.
I said yes to a dress through an Internet screen at the web address of promgirl.com. It took express shipping and the disapproval on my mother’s face, as I was standing in her floor-length bedroom mirror in said dress, to then say no to the dress.
On the same website I tried to make use of the free exchange policy and found another dress—a more attractive one if I do say so myself. I honestly don’t know how I missed it on my first two-hour promgirl.com online dress hunt. I eventually found out the dress had some sort of availability at a boutique in Dallas and high-tailed it across town to wait in a 45-minute fitting room line behind eleven girls holding dresses and making their mothers, aunts and grandmothers hold dresses for them as well. There I stood with one dress that according to the online size chart was supposed to fit my body.
After 45 minutes my mom zipped up the back of the gown I should have said yes to the first time. It took 5 minutes to try it on, put on my pants, thank my mom and get back in the car.