Night Dance

Tonight was Emma's first night dance at the junior high.  Back in the day we called it "the night dance" because it was the only one, but these days they call it the Christmas dance or the Spring dance because there are two.
It was fun seeing Emma getting all dressed up. After she got home she wouldn't change out of her dress for a couple of hours because she liked it so much.  She looks so grown up.

She told us a story about how one boy she danced with tonight didn't know who she was. He said "Now, what grade are you in?" After she told him they had Spanish class together he felt sheepish. I guess the contacts threw him off? Or was it the high heels?  

I found this picture of my seventh grade night dance. I look so young and all fluffed up. I bet there were some boys that night who didn't recognize me with my big curly hairdo and bow on top.  Though I've never been a girly girl who is interested in fashion and makeup,  I've always enjoyed dressing up for dances.  It's fun to pretend you're a princess for a night.    Then it's back to business, eh?

Good Times