There are firsts for everything when it comes to Miss P and her Irish dance. Her first class. Her first pair of gillies. Her first school dress. Her first feis. Her first pair of hard shoes. Her first medal. Her first trophy. You get it… there are a lot of them. Well, now we were entering the realm of her first solo dress.
OMG. I cannot explain in words adequately without you hearing my voice how incredibly difficult it was to find the dress without it being custom-made. Searching for hours on-line, for days, weeks. Loving one and being beat out by someone who emailed right before you. This happened 4 times. There wasn’t time to have one made for her, since that takes months. We had under two months before she was competing in the Oireachtas, and we had to work with what was already out there in internet world.
I honestly needed a class in the do’s and don’t of them. Certain styles were in. Certain styles were dated. Certain colors were a no go. Certain colors were it. Buying sight unseen and not tried on and having them cost what would be the equivalent to one semester at UCONN when I went ages ago. It was like buying a car without seeing it. But now it was like a mission for me. And I would not fail. My kid would have her first solo dress if it killed me or made me grey. Whichever came first at that point.
I always thought I had a clue about style. Guess again. The dresses I thought were cute were so five years ago. This coming from Miss P mind you. I can only imagine what Miss Moira thought when I sent the 20th text message of the day of a picture of a maybe dress. But like I said, they go quick and I had no time for text etiquette. I was laughing at myself all along this journey. Better my laugh louder than everyone else. And I think Miss Moira had unlimited text, or at least I hope she did.
Well Miss Moira swooped in and found Miss P’s dress in one internet search. ONE. The girl has a talent I tell ya’. The dress was in Ireland and was made exactly to Miss P’s measurements. I think it coming from Ireland was all the more special for Miss P. All I know is, I didn’t have to search anymore and that was good enough in my book. And Miss Moira didn’t have to deal with all my texts on dresses that were gawd awful.
Bottom line, I wanted for Miss P to feel special and beautiful. She is dedicated to dance. She spends hours every single night dancing, being extremely tough on herself. I want for her to shine and believe in herself. And if a dress will do that for her, then I will go as far as I have to to deliver it to her.
And the icing on the cake, Miss P has been pen-paling to the little girl in Ireland. Bonus! I owe Miss Moira a huge thank you and probably a really decent gift card to Zara.