Monday, May 14, 2012

Prom Night

This was prom weekend . Kass only decided to go a week ago.  Unfortunately all of the prom dresses were pretty picked over at the stores.  Luckily, I know my way around a sewing machine.  

I remember my prom.  Or better yet, I remember my dress, my hair, the flowers, make up, shoes.  I can even tell you to the penny how much everything cost, because I have kept all of the receipts and tags in a scrap book.  What?  That's not weird.  The actual prom was pretty boring.  The dressing up?  Awesome.  

Prom 1988

Things have changed a lot in the 24 years since my prom. Kass forgot her eyeliner, but was able to borrow her date's.  That's something I've never been able to say.  There was also a boy wearing 3 inch heels and a red gown.  My grandmother used to cluck her tongue at our 80's androgynous hair and boys with earrings.  Am I my grandmother?  

My little tomboy let me put fake eyelashes on her and curl her hair and dress her in satin and sparkles.

When I asked her if she had a good time, she said.  "Meh.  The prom was boring but dressing up was fun."  So at least some things stay the same.



  1. I remember all three of the proms I went to. Nothing about any of the actual proms mind you, but all the details on all the dresses, that I made, and in some cases, hand beaded.

    So, yeah... the dressing up was fun.

    1. Maybe we should have grown-up proms! It would probably be just girls though, I can't see my husband doing that. But an all-girl grown-up prom??? Oh yeah.

  2. The Goatmother had a yellow dress. That dress is permanently entrenched in her mind (unlike so many other things) :)