Shopping for a prom dress

That is what we did yesterday, I was in a word dreading it. Not because of the cost, that is just a given, although I have discovered a son going to prom is far cheaper than a daughter. No my dread was for different reasons, 1. This is my baby what are we doing buying prom dresses???? She was just in diapers right??? 2. I hate shopping. Good reasons, right? Perhaps so, but it didn't get me out of looking for "the" perfect dress. Ok a note, they may be sisters but their shopping styles are like night and day. Cassandra visited two stores tried on a total of 4 dresses and said I like this one, simple, done, complete, finished, I was in shock. That's it? "you don't want to look around some more?" "No, this is the one I want" well can you say silenced by shock? I found myself remembering when we shopped with Beckie for her first prom dress...That required a trip to the Mall of America and a day of shopping, I remember nearing the end of the day and finally just saying you have an hour... Pick a dress, "I don't want to shop any longer" (insert whiny two year old voice here) even my sister who is an amazing shopper was ready to be done. Shopping at the MOA is an experience unto itself, you just never know what you will find or encounter. That day I think we encountered a lot. Of course the dresses were beautiful, the crowds were not. The choices and selections were immense, my feet can attest to the walking we did. The prices ranged from breathable to staggering...Why did she keep leaning towards staggering? And why did they have to look so darn beautiful on her? We even managed to find ourselves in the middle of a mini riot (ok to this small town girl it was big) as I sat in the center of this scuffle between youth and security guards (don't ever doubt there isn't security at the MOA I don't know where they all came from but in a blink there were far more than I could count) I found myself thinking great! We are going to be on the news tonight "small town shoppers die in clash at the MOA, full story to follow at 10" So move ahead 3 years and here we are again shopping for a dress, perhaps now you understand some of my dread? And once again I am reminded of how different and yet the same they are, this time our destination Mankato...(not sure but thinking Cassandra too vividly recalls the MOA shopping experience and quite simply didn't want to go there) and as I said earlier, two stores, four dresses, done. Decision made....And the price well that was breathable. And the similarities? They both have amazing taste, both chose black as their color and they both looked beautiful.