- young woman making her first appearance in fashionable society
Interesting that I could sire one of these. In the south, this is tradition. In Raleigh, apparently, you don’t have to have a prominent father to be one. Her mother was, however, a deb although a few years before my time.
DJ made her debut last weekend at the 90th annual North Carolina Debutante Ball. It was a hoot. Great fun was had by all.
DJ brought a gaggle of friends from George Washington University to view. Two were from North Carolina; they understood. One was from the British Virgin Isles – she sort of understood. One was from New Jersey and gay. He did not. In fact, although he was excited to come south, he wanted to make sure that we would let him into our state. We assured him it would not be a problem and coaxed him with a promised trip to Bojangles. From my vantage point, he was the funnest person at the event with perhaps the exception of Uncle Jesse who wore black basketball shoes with his tux (dad, I know funnest is not a word).
I’ve learned a few things through this process.
There are not a lot of long dresses in Raleigh, NC, for young women ages 13 – 16. Some stores have like one. If I was shopping for great grandma, we’d be good. But teens, not so much.
We finally found a killer gown (never, ever thought I’d be shopping for a gown) for Stephanie. It was WAY on sale and was missing a hook, so they took another 15% off! Whoop Whoop! I was stoked.
Then, I took it to get the hook fixed and to get it hemmed. It had several layers. The alterations cost more than the damn dress.
Like it cost $8 to get my pants hemmed, with a cuff. And there are two legs. So I was thinking it might be $15, maybe $20 for this little ditty simply because the material looked more dainty and complicated. Nah. Try $80. Un.
At one point in the weekend, DJ came downstairs to ask me which earrings to wear to our father/daughter luncheon. She had one in each ear. The left had a gold hoop. The right had another gold hoop. “Which one looks better?” she asked.
“They are the same.”
“Dad, one is thinner but a bigger hoop. The other is thicker with a smaller hoop.”
“I don’t see why you own both of those. They are the same.”
It was like me going upstairs to her room and asking if I should wear navy pants or dark blue pants.
She went with the thicker which looking back on it was a good decision. Made the outfit, and everyone’s afternoon was better.
Did you know that high heels could make your toes bleed? These were not parties that you could easily toss your shoes off. There were like people with hose and stuff there. So DJ kept her stilts on all night and when she returned home, the damage was done. Jesse had the right idea, tennis shoes.
I also discovered that it takes three people to get a long dress zipped. Of course, the wearer, who has to hold her arms up and suck it all in. Then there is the zipper puller upper who also has to hold the bottom of the dress tight so there is tension for the zip. Finally, there is the dress holder togetherer who grabs the two unzipped pieces of dress and tugs them toward each other so the zip puller upper can do his/her job. Once everything is tightly secured, the pieces all seem to drop right back into place. It is truly amazing. It is like putting up the walls of a house.
I wore white tie, or full evening dress, to the ball. This included gloves. At first I thought perhaps they were going to make us play handbells. Our church bell choir always wears gloves. We did not play bells. I’m not sure why we wore them. It was not even cold. Very inconvenient. Do you know how hard it is to text with formal, white gloves on?
Regardless, we had a blast, and now my oldest daughter is available for marriage. We already have her wedding dress.
Next week’s post will be about her dowry. Please be thinking of eligible dudes.