Every little girl has, once upon a time, dreamed of becoming a princess. Whether it was in between watching a multitude of Disney reruns, or sneaking storybooks under our blankets to read about tales of whimsy and wonder, no girl can deny that at least once in her life, she dreamed to be the star of her own happily ever after.
So when I entered grade school and learned about something called "prom", the little dreamer in me was immediately awakened by the promises of a night akin to those I once fantasized about. To me, my high school promenade would be the closest thing I was going to get to living out my fairytale daydream. I knew then and there that when my time came, everything from the decor, to the date, to to the dance had to be perfect.
And of course, who could forget the dress?
Over the next few years, I began my journey to find the perfect gown. I know what you're thinking— "Really? A 9 year old looking for the prom gown she'll wear at 16?" Yes. As ridiculous as it may sound, that's exactly what 9 year old me did to keep herself occupied. I've always had a penchant for creating non-existent moments. And even at such a young age I already knew that the best way to ensure a good future was to create one. So there I was, barely a teenager, tiptoeing again and again as I tried to reach another bookstore's fashion shelf, attempting to reach another absurdly high dress catalogue because the belief that my future gown was sitting in there was always enough to ignore the strain my tiny body protested against.
Eventually, once adolescence came knocking, the little girl that only cared for grand ballgowns and fancy bodices had to leave her little world to answer its insistent calls. The reality of being a pre-teen hit her full force and all at once, she had to shut the door at her dreams of flowing gowns and cascading fabrics.
But this dream never really died. In fact, it took a page from one of her favorite fairytales, and took a very long nap instead. It was only once she became a junior that it fully awakened once more.
Although she was a little more guarded and serious now, not even the weighs of being a high school student could fully remove the sparkle in her eye the moment the hunt for her prom gown resurfaced.
In all honesty, she was nervous. All of the sketches and samples she had collected in the past suddenly didn't seem like enough for the big night. Her pegs were either too mediocre or too flamboyant. And she was worried that no designer would be able to contain the extremes of the two into one perfect gown.
But after only her second meeting with KARIMADON, she was presented with a sketch that could only be described as a product of divine intervention. On paper, her dress was like a dream. But weeks later, once she saw it in person, it looked even better than a dream.
Because it was one that came true.
Elegance and class was embodied in the rich gazaar fabric that made up the entirety of the blush hued dress. Sweeping the floor with a train fit for a queen, the aspect of mystery was evident in the secrecy and coyness of its length. But the off shoulder cut and subtle triangular hole placed in the center introduced a completely opposite and more daring persona to it. The contrasting looks blended seamlessly together with the Swarovski crystals embroidered in the top half to tie the overall ensemble together. And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, she discovered hidden pockets on top corners of the skirt for easy trinket access and posing purposes.
It was everything she wanted and more.
For one night, I was a princess. The kind that 9 year old me used to read about in my dog-eared storybooks. The kind that kids used to watch prance around their TV screens. The kind that I thought only existed in my fantasies.
But on January 21, 2017, I was my childhood dreams personified. And I have KARIMADON to thank for being my very own fairy god mother who amazingly retained my regality even when the clock ticked past 12.
