This weekend my daughter went to her first dance.
It was formal, but her group of friends decided to go gag-formal and so Saturday morning found us scouring the local thrift shops for the most hideous formal dresses we could find.
The result (of the two who stopped by my house; there were a dozen or so):
Although, you have to admit that they can pretty much make anything look beautiful at this age! On the hanger, I thought the dresses were horrible, but every time they tried one on, it looked almost perfect–in a bizarre, dated sort of way.