all-American weekend

I had a really lovely weekend. a bit of time was devoted to my daughter’s preparations to go to her first prom. On Friday, I took her to have acrylic nails applied. Given that she’s had (unfortunately) bitten, ultrashort nails since about 4th grade, the sudden appearance of nails of even a modest length has caused simple tasks to become difficult: She has to work hard to button a shirt or open a door, her typing has slowed dramatically, and she asks for help with opening a soft drink can. Saturday morning we went and had her hair done; the result was a cascade of thick auburn curls, loosely pulled back and befitting a princess. (I have no clue how I gave birth to a daughter with such glorious hair.) On the way home, we stopped to purchase a white rose boutonniere for her boyfriend’s jacket.

When he came to pick her up, I was reminded that all over the country, during April and May, millions of high-school boys who normally wear nothing but shorts, athletic pants, or jeans (except maybe for dress pants on Sunday) are suddenly thrust into entirely unfamiliar garments: tuxedos. They have no concept of how the pants, jacket, and vest should fit or feel; my daughter described the helpless reliance on the motherly salesladies at the tuxedo shop when her boyfriend and his friend went for their final fitting. When he arrived at our house, he commented that his pants were still too loose, despite his mother’s taking them in a little and the adjustable tabs at the waist. I suggested suspenders and found some in our closet. He had no clue how to wear them, so I fetched my husband from mowing the lawn, and he came and assisted. Meanwhile, I was safety-pinning my daughter’s bra strap so it wouldn’t show at the back of her dress. It was like a scene from a Disney made-for-TV movie.

As they were on their way out, my daughter’s best friend arrived to borrow a purse, so we got some pictures of them together. Afterward, my 11-year-old son commented in an incredibly sweet way on how both girls looked beautiful, even though they looked so different.

I spent other parts of the weekend outdoors, enjoying the glorious weather: weeding flower beds, planting annual flowers in pots and hanging containers, and putting in new plants. I’m going to buy more flowers today, as well as some plants for the water gardens I have in tubs on the deck. yesterday, finally, the convertible came out of the garage for the first time this season, and we went for an almost 2-hour ride through the countryside. (The one in the picture isn’t ours, but it’s nearly identical, including the color.) We stopped for ice cream, as we often do, at a place that’s been in business for more than 50 years and draws huge crowds all day, every day, all spring and summer.

Ahhh, yes. It was a very excellent weekend. 🙂

4 responses to “all-American weekend

  1. What fabulous hair! It sounds like a wonderful weekend, all the way around. 😀

  2. Oh, it is just a complete mystery, isn’t it? Where on earth would Tiffany’s daughter have gotten such glorious hair? heheh.

    It sounds like a terrific weekend. And you even left out the part in which your son (how the heck did he get so tall and deep-voiced??) participated in one of the best services ever, youth or otherwise.

  3. My gosh, yes, Jo Ann, I forgot all about the church service! For those who don’t go to First Unitarian, the middle school youth did a wonderful service about art and its place in the world and everyday life. We were delighted — particularly because our tall and remarkably adult 11-year-old was so overwhelmed with performance anxiety the evening and morning before that we practically had to hogtie him to get him to church. As always, once there and on stage, he was just fine. If only we could get him to recall that comfort level the next time he needs to speak or perform in public!

  4. What a fun weekend! And, very fabulous hair….wasn’t your daughter just 10, like, yesterday? 🙂

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