My good friend from high school posted a link on Facebook today. It was about the shutdown of the Jessica McClintock line of dresses. Now, if you are under the age of, let’s say mid-thirty something, that name may not be that familiar to you. Jessica McClintock (and also the Gunne Sax line) was every girl’s dream.
I am a child of the 1980’s. Back then, every girl wanted one of those gorgeous, lacy, sequined dresses that would make her look and feel like an absolute princess the night of that long awaited school dance. I would drag my poor mom to the local dress store downtown and try on 15 dresses. I always knew which one I wanted beforehand, because I had circled it in the Seventeen magazine I had received in the mail. But, I tried them all on anyway, because dresses have always been my most favorite articles of clothing. I would spend hours twirling around in front of that dressing room mirror, imagining the boy of my dreams on my arm. I was such a girly girl….wait, I AM such a girly girl.
My girl friends and I would spend hours doing bad make-up and styling our badly permed hair, just to spend hours in a stinky old gym, waiting for that right guy to ask us to dance. But, before we knew it, “Come Sail Away” was playing and the night was over. All that prep work, all that shopping and money spent on a dress for a few hours of dancing and looking longingly at our crush from the corner of the gym. But, it was all worth it just to wear that beautiful dress.
I own an online eBay store, where I sell name brand clothing at a discount price. In my hunt for bargains, I’ve run across some of those dresses. They are a bit rough around the edges, the threads frayed, showing the passing of the years. These beautiful reminders of my youth are now labeled “vintage”. Wait, what? When I first saw something I remember wearing labeled vintage, the sands of time flew smack dab in my eye and blinded me!! If the dress I wore to my senior prom is vintage, then I must be too!
Like the dresses of my youth, I am frayed around the edges, worn out a bit with the passage of time. But, I still have a lot of life in me. There may be a few sequins missing, but I still sparkle. In my mind, I am still that teenager searching for the perfect dress to make me feel like the most beautiful, sophisticated girl in the world.
Me and my prom date. Senior year, 1990;