Last night I dreamt that my dad lost his job, so I moved back with my parents, they sold the house, and we started living in a motel in Southern California. My dad was feeling bad for me, so for my birthday/Christmas he gave me the combined present of a castle—like Hearst Castle or something. It was all decked out in red, white, and gold, which I've always thought are better Christmas colors than red and green, for a Christmas Ball that we now had to host because we owned the castle.
My biggest problem was getting a dress. Because my dad was out of a job, we had to rent a dress rather than buy one, which made it impossible to find anything modest. My aunt arrived to help me pick one out, but she really liked this purple two-piece with a tied back because it would be easy to wear something under it. The problem was that it was satiny and purple and totally out of style. I liked this strapless white dress with a red sash and a red rose pattern that went three-quarters of the way up the skirt. My mom made me wear a white shirt over it, so it looked kinda dumb.
Then there was some sort of prince or something who was going to escort me. However, it didn't really make sense.
No comments:
Post a Comment