Today’s post is another story of a prom dress I didn’t buy. (If you need to catch up: here and here). I went to Second Time Around, a vintage store near school, on the hunt for the dress. This one immediately caught my eye. I’ve always been a sucker for the princess look, but this dress made me feel like I should own castle.
But this isn’t really about the dress. Yesterday I went to New York Vintage, a different vintage store, with no luck. I was so frustrated that the perfect dress was evading me, that I turned to Bloomingdale’s. I know it’s not a crime to look for your prom dress at Bloomingdale’s, but I really wanted something vintage and one-of-a-kind. If I showed up in the same BCBG dress as five other girls, it would not be pretty. In my desperation-turned-online-shopping, I wasn’t comforted. The dresses I saw online at Bloomie’s were okay, but I didn’t think anything was particularly stunning. So I started today’s prom dress search feeling a little down about my prospects. And then I saw the princess dress. And even though I couldn’t fit into it, it gave me hope. It gave me hope that there is a perfect dress out there with my name on it, and it’s not in Bloomie’s.
And then something crazy happened: I found that dress. It’s on hold at the store, literally with my name on it, and it’s so vintage it hurts (don’t worry, that’s a good thing).