Time for some photos.
|My baby girl is all grown up|
|But she's all stiff and not natural. let's go......|
|loosen up child|
|and we are off|
|and finally I put down the camera and pulled out my cell phone|
|here's my girl!|
|My favourite photos|
|this is the closest this one will ever get to a long gown so I had to get a photo of her with her sis!|
Oh no. I grab my phone and google broken zippers and how to fixes for stuck zippers but this zip is going nowhere. The dad heads to 7-11 for safety pins and we start looking for somewhere closer that might have some sort of fix. NOTHING. The venue for the prom is a "ballroom" in a strip mall somewhere on Calle Ocho ( my opinion on this is probably best kept to myself) . As we walk the strip centre everything is closed except in one corner we see a beauty salon. We go in. No one speaks ANY ENGLISH at all. Thank god Misela is Hispanic. Liberace and his partner ( only this Liberace look a like was at least 100 years older than the real Liberace ) assess the situation with such flair and finesse and then whip out a needle and thread after trying to thread the needle for five freaking minutes I take the needle from them and thread it and then Miselas mum sews Misela into her dress! The entire time Gisela, Miselas mum, is saying, Lily go to your prom you are missing so much of it and Lily is saying NO. I was so proud of Lily for not deserting her friend in her time of need.
I don't think anyone knew I was taking photos, I really wanted to get photos of Liberace and his partner but that would have been wrong so I didn't.
|a quick lesson on how to sew and Gisela took over|
|Misela stayed so calm|
|sew, a needle pulling thread|
|letting off some much needed steam|
|have a great time girls.|