--She worked hard, and paid for the tickets -- $150 a couple.
--She helped her boyfriend pay for his tux.
--She made her own dress.
--She made a vest for her boyfriend to match her dress.
--She cut her boyfriend's hair.
--She spent $35 on her own hair, and forked over a $15 tip to the stylist.
--And she did it all while working 30+ hours a week.
I took pity on her Friday, when it became apparent that she was stretched to the limit. I spent my Friday, Saturday, and much of Sunday helping her with things like hemming, alterations to her dress, buttons and buttonholes. Since she didn't get home from work till midnight, I would do some things for her while she worked, and then we would work together till about 3 am.
The living room quickly began to look like a garment factory, with bits of thread, errant pins, pattern pieces, and fabric taking up what space wasn't occupied by the sewing machine and the iron/board. But I let it ride without complaint. It was a big day for her, and she wanted things to be perfect. I let them be.
And then I watched my rugrat this evening, as she headed off to her senior prom.
My rugrat who is really a young woman.
A young, beautiful, responsible woman.
I'm not a britney fan, but the song fits...