We opened the door to the shop and and I was overwhelmed by the rows and rows of colors. The sheer number of people and the hustle and bustle of teens scurrying about at full speed, put me into sensory overload.
My senses were taking in more information than my brain could process. I stepped forward and was swallowed by the rows and rows of silk, satin, lace, organza, and chiffon. The chatter, screeching of hangers sliding across metal bars, and music playing at a decibels way too high, made me want to scream, turn around and run . . . run fast! But I couldn’t run. We were on a mission; a mission to find the perfect prom dress. I was along for the ride for very specific reasons . . . to hold, fasten, zip, and hang. Maybe, just maybe, I would even get to pay!
Two and a half hours later, 24 dresses held, fastened, zipped and rehung, my daughter and I left the boutique exhausted, empty handed, and ready to embark on yet another adventure next weekend.