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Authors: Sheri Whitefeather
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attic. I tossed it aside and tried some frocks from the fifties, but they overpowered me, too.
My best bet was the sixties and seventies. I was used to wearing those styles. I slipped into a mod mini, but the pattern was too geometric, creating weird angles. Next, I went for a tie-dyed maxi, but there was too much fabric and it was way too long. I was striking out. Flustered, I zipped into a black shift, but it was too plain.
Carol knocked on the door. “How’s it going?”
“Awful. Nothing looks right.”
“There are some pieces in the back that I haven’t put out on the floor yet. Did you go through those?”
“No.”
“Hold on. I’ll bring them to you.”
I cracked open the door and waited. She returned with an armload of stuff. “I brought them all. You’ll have to sort through them.”
“Thank you.” I was glad that she was happy about my date, and the tension she’d created last week had subsided.
We exchanged smiles, and I closed the door and rummaged through the clothes. Some of it was hideous, like polyester pantsuits and such.
I continued digging through the pile and uncovered a pink and yellow spaghetti-strap mini dress with a scarf hem that I hoped would work. On the hanger, it was adorable.
Eager, I tried it on. It looked spectacular, as it if had been tailor-made for me. I squealed in delight. Excited to show Carol, I dashed out of the dressing room.
She grinned when she saw me. “It’s perfect.”
I gave a little twirl. “I think so, too.”
She clapped her hands together. “You are just the prettiest thing. He’s going die when he sees you.”
The last thing I wanted was for him to die, but she was only using it as an expression, so I didn’t let it bother me. “Do you think I should wear my hair up or down?” I scooped it up with my hands.
“You should fix it kind of like that.”
I turned toward a mirror and saw what she meant. Loose tendrils were falling, making it look elegantly messy. “Maybe I will.” I lowered my arms and my hair cascaded over my shoulders and down my back in my usual style.
“It looks gorgeous like that, too,” Carol said.
“Thank you.” My hair had always been my best feature. My eyes, too, big and blue, like Abby’s.
“I’m so glad the right boy came along for you. If I could have dreamed up someone for you, it would have been someone just like him.”
I did dream him up, or at least a version of him, but I couldn’t tell her that. Still, it was wonderful to have her support. “I’m so excited about tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him.” I made one last spin, letting the hem do its floaty thing. “I’m excited about this dress, too.”
“What about jewelry?” my aunt asked. “Maybe some earrings?”
“Sure. Why not?” I loved getting new goodies.
I followed her to the front counter and looked through the cases. We had a huge costume jewelry inventory.
I chose a pair of beaded earrings with a hippie flair. I found a necklace that matched, too. Carol suggested a new purse, as well. I went for a leather boho bag, decorated with a bit of fringe.
“Do you have a wrap that will work?” she asked. “In case it gets breezy in the evening?”
“I have tons of cropped cardigans.”
“Oh, that’s right. All those lovely little sweaters that you buy. How about shoes?”
“I’m good with those, too.” I had a closetful.
“Then you’re all set.”
“Yes, I am.” I beamed like the smitten girl that I was. “I’m ready for my very first date.”
Carol smiled, and with a flutter of emotion between us, she reached out and tugged me into her arms. I put my head on her shoulder. Only when it came time to end the embrace, she didn’t want to release me. So I let her hold me for as long as she wanted, hoping that someday she would hold Abby this way, too.
***
The following night, I was ready and waiting, attired in my new dress with my hair piled loosely on top of my head. I didn’t know if I’d ever been
My best bet was the sixties and seventies. I was used to wearing those styles. I slipped into a mod mini, but the pattern was too geometric, creating weird angles. Next, I went for a tie-dyed maxi, but there was too much fabric and it was way too long. I was striking out. Flustered, I zipped into a black shift, but it was too plain.
Carol knocked on the door. “How’s it going?”
“Awful. Nothing looks right.”
“There are some pieces in the back that I haven’t put out on the floor yet. Did you go through those?”
“No.”
“Hold on. I’ll bring them to you.”
I cracked open the door and waited. She returned with an armload of stuff. “I brought them all. You’ll have to sort through them.”
“Thank you.” I was glad that she was happy about my date, and the tension she’d created last week had subsided.
We exchanged smiles, and I closed the door and rummaged through the clothes. Some of it was hideous, like polyester pantsuits and such.
I continued digging through the pile and uncovered a pink and yellow spaghetti-strap mini dress with a scarf hem that I hoped would work. On the hanger, it was adorable.
Eager, I tried it on. It looked spectacular, as it if had been tailor-made for me. I squealed in delight. Excited to show Carol, I dashed out of the dressing room.
She grinned when she saw me. “It’s perfect.”
I gave a little twirl. “I think so, too.”
She clapped her hands together. “You are just the prettiest thing. He’s going die when he sees you.”
The last thing I wanted was for him to die, but she was only using it as an expression, so I didn’t let it bother me. “Do you think I should wear my hair up or down?” I scooped it up with my hands.
“You should fix it kind of like that.”
I turned toward a mirror and saw what she meant. Loose tendrils were falling, making it look elegantly messy. “Maybe I will.” I lowered my arms and my hair cascaded over my shoulders and down my back in my usual style.
“It looks gorgeous like that, too,” Carol said.
“Thank you.” My hair had always been my best feature. My eyes, too, big and blue, like Abby’s.
“I’m so glad the right boy came along for you. If I could have dreamed up someone for you, it would have been someone just like him.”
I did dream him up, or at least a version of him, but I couldn’t tell her that. Still, it was wonderful to have her support. “I’m so excited about tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him.” I made one last spin, letting the hem do its floaty thing. “I’m excited about this dress, too.”
“What about jewelry?” my aunt asked. “Maybe some earrings?”
“Sure. Why not?” I loved getting new goodies.
I followed her to the front counter and looked through the cases. We had a huge costume jewelry inventory.
I chose a pair of beaded earrings with a hippie flair. I found a necklace that matched, too. Carol suggested a new purse, as well. I went for a leather boho bag, decorated with a bit of fringe.
“Do you have a wrap that will work?” she asked. “In case it gets breezy in the evening?”
“I have tons of cropped cardigans.”
“Oh, that’s right. All those lovely little sweaters that you buy. How about shoes?”
“I’m good with those, too.” I had a closetful.
“Then you’re all set.”
“Yes, I am.” I beamed like the smitten girl that I was. “I’m ready for my very first date.”
Carol smiled, and with a flutter of emotion between us, she reached out and tugged me into her arms. I put my head on her shoulder. Only when it came time to end the embrace, she didn’t want to release me. So I let her hold me for as long as she wanted, hoping that someday she would hold Abby this way, too.
***
The following night, I was ready and waiting, attired in my new dress with my hair piled loosely on top of my head. I didn’t know if I’d ever been
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