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My daughters Prom

Saturday was my youngest daughters Prom. To be honest I had never heard or quite understood what a Prom was until I moved to Ringwood. Although an American tradition I am reliably informed by daughter number two that Ringwood have been holding Proms for many many years.

The first Ringwood Prom I experienced shortly after I moved down here. I was trying to leave our local Health Club one Friday evening after taking my girls swimming. There was a mass of people outside, together with a stream of limousines and young women dressed like film stars, with a lot of young men in Black Tie.

Whilst negotiating my way through the crowd I managed to ask one lady what was going on. She replied excitedly "its the Prom, my granddaughter is in it - you must stay and watch."
I did. There were Ferrari's, tanks, boys on Penny farthings, Fire Engines to name just a few of the vehicles which were transporting the students. With every car that arrived there was whooping and shouting and lots of cameras flashing. The kids were treated like royalty.

Even so I did not quite realise the planning and angst which goes into making sure you have an appropriate form of transport and the right gear to wear. It takes months sometimes years of planning and saving!

This week it occurred to me I have now turned into that lady I spoke briefly to outside the health club. I was really excited about my daughters Prom.

Days before I found myself talking to random people about the Prom, including the Tesco delivery man. - I was telling him how I hoped the weather would be good as it was my daughters Prom. He looked a bit bemused, (he obviously did not know what a Prom was). After he left my daughter number two told me I was behaving like it was a wedding.

Well it is a bit like that really. No expense is spared on hair being put up, manicures, a dress, evening shoes and bag. The girls are treated like Princess's for a day and the boys in their DJ's do really look like they are acting out their favourite James Bond fantasy, unphased by the fact that many of them (who have not yet had their growing spurt) are around a foot shorter than their female escorts.

I know it is decadent and yes it is completely over the top but there is also something very special about a Prom.

Well was it all worth it. Yes. At 11:30pm daughter number three burst through the door shouting "it was the best day of my life ever!!" I know she will always have fond memories of her Prom. ... I am really glad she enjoyed it so much.

Just wish we had Proms when I was her age! I love dressing up! Maybe they could start holding them for the parents as well?

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posted by Diana and Steve @ 14:03