School social dance gets mum excited

Have you watched Dancing With the Stars? It's one of my mum's favourite programmes. She used to do dancing when she was young, I've seen the photos. I couldn't believe that the pretty girl in a sparkly dress with hair piled on her head was now the person who yells at me to make my bed and get off the computer! So you can imagine how excited she got when I told her we were doing social dancing at school, and that there was going to be a Social.
Mum went rushing to the spare room.
Back she comes with a long pink dress that had a sort of stiff, sticky-outy bottom to it. It smelled old and dusty. I sneezed.
"You could wear this. I'll have to alter it a bit because I was older than you when I wore it," she said excitedly.
Ohh, it was the sparkly dress from the photo! Ick - the sparkles were mostly gone and it looked like nothing anyone I knew would wear.
"Don't worry, Mum, there's a dress code for the social. The teachers will say what we're allowed to wear." I crossed my fingers as I said it, hoping dusty, pink sparkleless dresses weren't included!
For the next four weeks we had three practices a week. Mr and Mrs Stewart were our dancing teachers. They waited patiently for us to get over giggling when we had to hold hands for the waltz. They smiled patiently when we laughed at hearing a dance was called the Gay Gordons. They patiently demonstrated the steps to the Cha Cha Cha over and over again, as our feet never matched the music. They calmed us down when we got a bit silly doing the Hokey Tokey. And as for the Makarena? Mr and Mrs Stewart patiently let us do it at least three times every practice 'cos it was fun! By the last week of term we were ready.
We'd taken a notice home with all the information about the Social. My friends and I talked mostly about what we'd wear. We weren't allowed makeup because Ms Bennett said we were still little girls and too young to be painting ourselves - "better to be natural" were her words. Also high heeled shoes were forbidden because they'd be hard to dance in and could damage the hall floor. I think Mum was even more excited than me! She made me try on the "pink horror" and started folding and pinning bits to make it fit.
"No one's going to be dressed like this, please can I wear my skinny jeans and fluoro top," I begged. But her ears were closed.
So the horror was cut and sewn. Mum took it to the dry cleaners then added some new sparkles, which I now know are sequins. She did my hair and put a teeny bit of lipstick on me.
As I walked through the hall door my friends crowded around me pulling me and my sparkles into the Gay Gordons.