My mom bought me a lovely velvet black off the shoulder dress the off the shoulder part was satin with black beading, the dress had a heart cut at the front showing a bit of cleavage and was long but didnt have such a wide skirt it was more tapered. I was a size 12 at the time and with high heels I looked gorgeous and tall I thought. A very elegant and timeless dress, although it was a bit hot.

One of my favorite bridesmaids dresses that I wore to my best friends two weddings one in Canada, on in the US as she married an American was blue satin and I have a gorgeous picture of myself with it on though so I don’t miss it so much.

I do wish I had kept my grad dress though as it cost over $400 and was my first official grown up dress. I periodically go through sloughing off my stuff periods though and next time I will just keep things for a month or two before making the final decision to part with it.

I hope whichever Cinderella project girl (thats what the Glass slipper project is called in Vancouver) got my dresses had a ball though. Would have been awesome to have seen a picture of the girl wearing my outfit!

Plus, wearing a sari automatically makes you one of the best dressed women in the room. It really assuages a lot of my fashion anxieties. And they’re not just for South Asians — I’ve seen some white women look lovely in saris. You just need to ask the store folk to show you how to drape it properly — and take a friend along, because draping a sari is a two-person job until you get very experienced with it.

Glass Slipper project can always use volunteers, be they personal shoppers, sorters, etc., of any size. I’ve done it myself (before I had a kid and thus don’t want to think about her prom 17 years hence), and it’s fun.

And, if you don’t have dresses (or shoes, or jewelry, or accessories), I think you can also give a cash donation. Or, if you’d like to send something tangible but don’t have time to go dress shopping, pantyhose, new makeup, etc. is (are?) always welcome. Actually, large size hose would be a great idea.

I do remember having problems finding a dress, even though I wore a size 13 I had no chest to speak of and a 38″ rear end. The ultimate pear! It was peach, spaghetti straps, semi-backless and yes, I still have it. I tried to get my daughter to wear it a few years ago, with her coloring it would have been perfect. I didn’t look as good it in, only having bought it because it fit over my rear. Needless to say, the daughter passed on it. If for not other reason then the little ‘darling’ was about a size 4. lol Her fathers DNA at work again.

I’d love to donate something, but at the present time, I don’t even have anything nice of my own. I wore a black cotton skirt to my wedding, which was fine, we were having a very low-key casual back yard wedding. I would have gone barefoot, except for the stickers growing out there. It’s one of my favorite skirts, plus it drove his mother crazy. *wink*

We didn’t do prom in the UK in my day, and in a way, I’m glad – I know darn well it would have led to arguments. At every formal event I ever attended, including my 18th birthday, I recall being badgered into wearing black velvet ‘because it makes you look so much slimmer’ (I was a UK size 14 in those years). Because I was a social dork with an odd penchant for attracting older, predatory men, I can’t think of black velvet these days without it bringing back fairly bad memories. The nearest thing we had to a prom, I suppose, was a three-school joint after-exam party at a local fairly posh venue, at which I spent most of the evening getting drunk and plotting world domination with two girlfriends. And, yes, I was wearing black velvet then as well.

Given a prom to attend, money to spend, and left to my own devices, I would have bought something in a deep jewel color with a big floaty skirt, which is exactly what I had made for my second wedding. (I know my mother would have preferred me to wear a nice unobtrusive suit, which is exactly why I kept her well out of it.) Unfortunately I goofed on telling the dressmaker how much boning to put in, so my rack of doom didn’t get quite the support I’d wanted. In consolation, I’ve promised myself a suitably Rasputina-like frock if I ever get to the stage of actually getting up and doing a ‘cello recital in public. It’s a good incentive.

I was a solid size 8 in High school, and though I didn’t know it then I had a body that could wear almost anything (I was so mad that I didn’t have boobs, oh you ignorant fool) so finding a dress was no problem.

Junior year I wore a sparkly gold lacey thing, very 40′s movie star-esque, I thin kI stll have the shoes somewhere but I don’t know what happened to the dress.

Senior year I bought a SUPER HUGE PINK CUPCAKE dress from good old J McClintock. I knew it was huge and tacky at the time but I didn’t care because it looked like pink frosting and I loved it. I also made (or assisted my mom in making) a burgundy column dress for my own prom. I also don’t know what happened to these dresses.

My parents moved out of state the year I went to college and then back in state the year I left, a lot of things were purged in those two moves.

The experiences were not horrible but not awesome, my favorite part all three dances was going out to dinner beforehand :)