I just found my high school prom dress!
T & I have been packing things up to get ready for the move, sorting what’s coming to Scotland, what’s being stored, and what’ll be tossed. I came across a box of clothes I sewed way back when. Think back in high school! In high school I was enrolled in Mrs. Gray’s sewing class at Satellite High School (a class that Trent and I did take together!), during which I made my prom dress from a sewing pattern and was so proud of it. I think I had more fun making it than I actually had at prom. No offense to my date (now husband), I just really REALLY like sewing.
It’s a little scary to see how young Trent & I were; and its hard to imagine the pre-beard times. Please note our proud display of flip flops and chuck taylors as our prom shoes in the first photo. We were (still are) so straight-laced that that was our form of rebellion. Yes… so sad. Of course, once I came across this dress again, I HAD to try it on! It still fits, but only barely. Still proud!
siiiigh, good times. good sews.
May 18, 2009 at 12:27 pm
I remember that night very well, too. I was so stressed that your dad would notice your flip-flops! You were such a rebel! But a beautiful one!
May 16, 2009 at 11:48 am
Kristin,
Your mom sent me your blog address again because my class was mentioned. I don’t blog, but I have to say from the few I have seen, you have a really interesting blog page. Your artistic self really shows through. So interesting. I’m glad you loved sewing and although you were so independent with sewing and I probably taught only a small part of what you know, it’s exciting to see you still love it. I had to chuckle about the part where you altered the sleeves. Over the years, I found that most “craft” lines have their purest ways. Sometimes practically takes precedent over the “right” way. When I first learned to quilt, I was taught only hand piecing and hand quilting made a REAL quilt. Needless to say, I only made one quilt with the help of others . Then someone said the reality is that if there had been sewing machines when quilt making began, the women would have used machines. Even sewing rules have to be flexible. Such is life. Good luck with your move. What a wonderful adventure. Oh, I think you should take pictures of Trent in the pants he made in my class. I bet they are still won’t fit him.