So picking out a prom dress only happens two times in my high school career. Two times is not a significant number of times to get attached to the process. But it is definitely a reminder of the things I wont be doing anymore once I get my diploma. This is the last time I will go with my mother to the vintage shop in westport to dig through beautiful old dresses, trying them on over and over until I finally make up my mind, then settling and walking away with this giddy high of dress up, ready to tackle prom like it's the only thing going on in this town(wait.). This year I chose a very simple 60s/70s velvet strapless gown, petticoat and all. Another dress I will probably never want to get rid of.... (someone make me sell the things I don't need).