Baby Perri goes to the prom!

Many of you long-timers know that I have a very special relationship with my sister. I was an only child for eight years, and honestly, it could've gone either way. Perri is the apple of my eye and the love of my life. People always ask me "Why New York?". A huge part of moving back here was to watch her grow up, to catch up on the four years I lost when I was living in Florida.

This past weekend, my itty bitty little sister attended her Junior Prom. Now, these events don't seem to take any sort of precedence over here in the Empire State, but as a girl who grew up in the South, attended high school in Dallas, and went to 11 formal dances during that time, I happen to think JP is a prettay, prettay big deal.

I gave Perri lots of advice (much of it unsolicited) about the big day. Now, I do NOT consider myself a pushy person in general but good Lord. I pity the fool who ever asks me to help them pick out a wedding dress/bridesmaid dresses/anything pertaining to a formal event. I am unbelievably opinionated about those kinds of things. A dear friend recently took me to Vera Wang to try on bridesmaid dresses for her wedding and I literally had to put my hand over my mouth. (Hey, at least I admit it, right?) Naturally, I took Perri to all of her appointments, helped her get ready, and snapped away like crazy at the photo op with about 17 other mothers. (My parents were too busy chatting with P's date's parents to be bothering with taking pictures.) I told the makeup artist what to do, the hairstylist what to do, and Perri how to pose for pictures.


Any of you who read P's blog know that she has got a style all her own. When we went dress shopping, we narrowed it down to this dress and a beautiful one shouldered Tracy Reese dress selected by yours truly. I have to say that I really didn't 'get' this dress at first, but after seeing the whole thing come together, I got it. The dress is BCBG, the scarf & necklace are J. Crew.




The baby fashionista herself after hair and makeup.




There she is! This photo was taken in our backyard and YES, those are mine, my sister's, my mother's and my father's initials nailed into the tree.




I was (am!) such a proud big sister. I can't believe I didn't cry!




My absolute favorite. The shoes are Miu Miu.



As I helped her get ready, I said, "Aren't you happy you have such a bossy big sister?"

To which she replied, "Sure, Lucy."

To those of you who aren't as Peanuts inclined as we, this is what she meant: