13 yr old daughter was going to her second dance. I had vetoed the stretch red satin dress of choice as inappropriate and had offered to make a replacement. I pulled out bolts of fabric, tons of trim, and told her to tell me what she had in mind. I want it kind of like the other one, and I like this green. She chose a mild sweetheart neckline after verifying that I would deem this proper. Day before the dance and we try it on to tearful eyes. MOM, this shows... (no words here just lots of hand motions at her upper chest) Wicked looks carefully and sees nothing inappropriate. (And HOW did we pick that first red trashy dress) "Ummm.... I'm not seeing what the problem is." "THIS!" more arm waving at the upper chest area. Thinking desperately, I grab a beaded green collar neclace and put it on her. She is satisfied, feeling more covered up now. Lip quavers, "No one will ask me to dance. No one would dance with me last time. " Me:" Don't sell yourself short". Well I hate to say it but it was NOT my keen sewing skills that saved the day. She found a pair of sunglasses in the car of her Advisor. When she asked if she could have them, the Advisor told her, "If you wear them to the dance." So she did, and was swamped with invites to dance that evening. Go figure, a pair of funky sunglasses would be a guy magnet.
WickedStepmother spends most of her time in her castle, and trying to control her minions, to little avail.