Ocean Lover
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You know, I loved, loved, loved my grandma too. She was a grayt grandma. I remember with warm affection one time when she especially endeared herself to me. I was 16 and going to a "second" prom with my then boyfriend (and now husband). My boyfriend was a couple of years older than I and was in lst year Eng'g school at University. I had worn a dress that my parents bought to my boyfriend's High School prom the year he graduated...then he asked me to a prom, I guess it was really a dance for lst year eng'g students. I had no other appropriate dress to wear and was facing wearing the prom dress again. My grandma, who was living with us at the time, asked me to bring her my prom dress. It was a knee-length, pale green brocade, boat neck dress. Sounds kind of weird now, but I loved it at the time. You should see the pics and the HAIR!My grandma bought "lace" in the same color as my dress but a shade darker. She either made or had made (don't remember which) a snap belted "over skirt" (split down the middle front) for my dress. That lace over skirt transformed my dress. She also bought me a pair of peau de soie heels died to match the dress. I felt like a princess...even with the mile high hair
She was so good to me. If my husband will help, I try to post a pic of the (before) prom dress in question. Wonderful memories
Love this story. Dylan is at his Grammys right now and loving every minute of it. It's really nice having my mom close after so many years.
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