Yesterday when I was cleaning out a closet in my parents' basement, I found my prom dresses. I didn't have my camera with me but promise I'll photograph them soon.

The dresses were notable in two ways:

In contrast to today's prom dresses, which seem sexier and more knowing, these were both so sweet and innocent. One was a white eyelet with pink-and-blue ribbon spaghetti straps, the other an ivory Gunne Sax with a short lace-up bodice and lace and satin embellishments. (Credit to my neice who wore a ballet-length emerald Jessica McClintock--Gunne Sax designer of yore--to her prom and looked darling.)

There was nothing sophisticated or particularly tasteful about these gowns. It was like McClintock thought we should all be out on the prairie churning butter or knitting. Or something. But they were feminine and age-appropriate; easy for mothers to buy.

The other notable factor: Let's just say I've put on a pound or two since high school.