Boy, does this take me back to Annette Funicello and Frankie Avalon. Barb has a dealer that specializes in vintage clothes and boy do they bring back the memories. It's funny though, we actually used to fit in some of those dresses, back in the day...yeah, like 6th grade. I never was a formal kinda gal...too itchy...I was sweatshirts and seersucker. But once you got the dress on, it was OK, cause you felt kinda special, like a princess or something. But you had to coax me out of the trees to get dressed up, was the tomboy of the hood, ran with the guys, but I always enjoyed the comment, 'she cleans up real nice'...what is that all about???
