Forgotten Frills I had this dress once - I got it for Christmas. Shiny, dusy-rose crinkly material, ruffles, lace, the works. The ultimate (80's) "girl" dress. When I first pulled it from its box and tried it on at my grandparents' house, I remember it being a little bit too big - just so much that it really wasn't all that becoming - frumpy, actually. So, my mother suggested we put it toward the back of the closet until I grew into it. To the back of the closet it went. The problem was that I forgot about it...completely...for probably a whole year. Not that this was a problem, really, it was honestly a cheap party dress that would have been identified as such by anyone who might have seen me wear it. But, my point is that they didn't get much of a chance. One or two times, maybe, because by the time I remembered that it was stored in the dark corners of my clothing storage area, I had grown too much for the dress to fit me. It was too small when I finally remembered it was there. I guess you could take this as a sad story - that I never got to really wear my dress, and I guess in some ways it is a little sad. I loved that dress, and I was very, very upset that it no longer (or, really, never) fit me, entirely convinced that no other dress would ever capture my fancy like that frilly pink wonder. But, I was wrong, and eventually my attachment to the dress faded. In fact, though I still have some nostalgic sentiments connected with the garment, (I kept it for my little girl one day), as I grew older and changed, not only did I not fit in it anymore, but my desire to wear it (thank the Lord) eventually vanished entirely. I mean, really, who has worn dusty rose since 1992? So, I guess the moral of the story is we probably all have had one "pink party dress" or another in our lives. Truth is, we'll get over it. Give it time - and a few fashion trends turned over