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I dug my prom dress out of it's hiding spot in the back of my closet! It's a vintage Jessica McClintock/Gunne Sax that belonged to my Mom in the seventies. The back detail was added by my awesome Mom, the night before prom, when I decided at the very last possible minute that I wanted to wear this dress even though it was far too small. She pulled a small miracle to make this work, and I still feel like a princess when i wear it.

(Bob calls me his delicate flower, because I cry so easily. I've stopped taking my birth control pills, maybe I won't cry quite as easily now. Maybe I'll be able to sleep through the night again.)

*Explore #453*

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
then, then, methinks how sweetly flows
that liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
that brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!

—Robert Herrick
The Giant Book of Poetry
edited by William H. Roetzheim