Here ya go, Wendy.....

By popular request (okay, just one), I present....

FLASHBACK SATURDAY

Some time ago, I made reference to the four proms I've been to (and all with the same guy!). My friend Wendy requested photographic evidence. I was home this week, so I dug through my pictures to see what I could come up with. I couldn't find pictures from Ryan's junior prom, though.

My Junior Prom (2000):

This is a terrible picture, but the only one I could find. I know I have better pictures of both me and the dress, but the was the best I could do. No, that guy is not Ryan. He's a classmate; we were the emcee's and read the Junior Prophesies (where we predicted what each member of the senior class would be doing in 10 years). The dress was a poofy white Cinderella sort of number. In retrospect, it may not have been the most flattering (and certainly not in this picture), but I loved it. (And it cost $40. I got it in June, marked down from $160.)


My Senior Year (2001):
Yes, that is Ryan. Mom made this dress for me; it was my Breakfast at Tiffany's Dress. The pattern was the most expensive part: $8. The fabric was some $1/yd bargain fabric, so about $4. Secret confession: I'm wearing fish-net stockings. I thought it would be fun to be secretly trampy underneath the prim and proper dress.

My senior prom was Friday night, Ryan's junior prom was Saturday night. I did not want to pay for an up-do twice, so I wrapped my hair in toilet paper Friday night. No one ever knew any better (well, except the ones I told.) Sadly, I can't prove to you that it looked fine, because it's that picture I can't find. The dress was long and gold, a sequiny fabric underneath lacy fabric.

Ryan's Senior Prom (2002):
Another Mom-Made dress. Again, $1/yd fabric. It's hard to tell in the picture, but it was a pale pink. I did not wear a bra with it, and in retrospect, perhaps I should have. It is interesting to note that this is the only dress that I danced more than one dance in. We didn't dance at all at my junior or senior prom, and we danced one dance at his junior prom. I don't know what it's like at other schools, but around here anyway, no one really stays at prom. You go to Grand March, stand around and talk with everyone for a while, then go meet on a dirt road and get trashed. Fun times.

That brings to the end of today's journey into the past. Wendy, you owe me. Isn't it funny how, at the time, you think you look so fabulous? And you're absolutely positive that you're never going to be one of those people who looks back on their prom pictures and thinks, "Wow, I was a dork." Amazing what even 7 or 8 years of perspective will do.

And I hereby challenge my readers to post their own prom pictures. (And I know a lot of you are old than me. Come on--I wanna see some 80s hair!) If you're actually brave enough/crazy enough to do so, leave me a link.