Sophie’s Diary

Sophie Wallace
Sophie Wallace
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Prom is something I’ve looked forward to since about the age of eight. From the age of 12 onwards, I began to look for the perfect dress. From the age of 14, I thought about how I wanted to wear my hair and have my make-up done. In short, prom is something that has forever existed in my brain since I was a little girl.

Last week, my prom dream finally came true, and I was able to feel like a princess.

My dress was definitely my favourite part. I’m not going to lie, I was a little bit unsure of how I felt towards it when I first bought it — people always talked about that ‘wow’ moment, when you put on the dress and you just know it’s the right one. When I put mine on for the first time it was definitely my favourite, just not my ‘wow’ favourite. It was fairly simple: royal blue, high neckline, but definitely my favourite bit was the back. It was completely mesh from the top to the bottom of my back and, round the border, there was a beaded pattern that twisted and turned it’s way round, creating an odd shape that could only be described as beautiful. On the night I definitely experienced my ‘wow’ moment, because I realised that the dress fitted me and I was fit to wear the dress.

My hair and nails were done courtesy of Michaela Hair and Beauty in Grangemouth. Even though the lassie doing my hair was completely paranoid about getting it wrong (because I had had such a set idea on how I wanted it to look), she managed to pull it off and my hair stayed in place the whole night. I also experienced my first ever manicure. Mum and Auntie Michaela had always promised me if I let my badly bitten nails grow to a certain length, then they’d let me get one done, but, of course, my habit wasn’t to be broken and my nails stayed short. However, having permanently long nails is becoming a little bit of a challenge.

The night as a whole went relatively smoothly and it’s safe to say I can’t wait to do it all again next year – even if it does mean I have only one year, not nine, to get myself organised.