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*WARNING* I apologize upfront for this being a pseudo-downer blog,cheap mac makeup, but not everyone’s prom is all roses and rainbows.
Prom… A well known, highly superficial, greatly anticipated right of passage for most high schoolers. Many movies have been based solely on the idea of prom. “Pretty in Pink”, “She’s All That”, and of course “Carrie”. Okay, maybe not that last one. But they do all focus on this grand idea that prom is the end all be all of your high school identity. I did not find this to be the case for my high school promenade. Prom was just something you went to and I really didn’t even want to go. I don’t mean to make prom sound so negative, I just didn’t have that great of an experience. In fact, I was one of those girls that cried at prom. But it wasn’t all bad… I did design my own dress, which is really the only reason I wanted to go to prom anyway. =)
My prom date didn’t really ask me. He didn’t have to. He was my high school sweetheart, who I had been dating all throughout high school since the summer after Freshman year. So it was just assumed I’d be going with him. No questions asked. Also, I made the typical high school mistake of not really keeping my own friends but adopting his, so we didn’t sit at a table with anyone I really knew, just all his marching band buddies. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I never wanted to go to prom. I always thought, since I wasn’t popular by any means and wasn’t really a girly girl (more jock/tomboy), that the night of prom, I’d be having a huge slumber party with friends instead, watching cheesey horror movies (kind of my thing) and eating loads of pizza. I really don’t even remember when it was decided my boyfriend and I would be going to prom, but being my mother’s only daughter I kind of felt I owed it to her. So, I described my dream dress to an artistic friend of mine and she was kind enough to draw it for me. And I loved her drawing so much that it kind of got me excited to go just for that reason alone.
Her original drawing:
I asked my godmother, who is a wonderful seamstress, to help me bring my dream prom dress to life. Over the next month or two I went over a few times a week and helped her pick out the fabrics I wanted and sew my dress. It was great to spend time with her as well as I don’t get to see her much. A few days before prom we did a fitting and it was a bit snug! It was satin, not a stretchy fabric so we were kind of panicking. But she let it out a little and by prom day it fit fine. I was a little sad with how the sleeves came out. I wish I designed it with spaghetti straps instead. It was hard to move my arms. =)
Day of prom, I had a hair appointment. I guess that’s what girls do. All I wanted was a simple French twist. The hair stylist tried 4 times, scraping the heck out of my head with the comb, and it just wouldn’t work. I didn’t get my French twist. Instead she just piled a bunch of curls on top of my head. Trying the twist took so long by the time I got home I had 5 minutes to get ready. Good thing I’m not a girly girl and didn’t know how to do make up anyways (I still don’t actually…), so I think I threw on a little eye shadow and lipgloss, slipped on my dress and then my date arrived. We took some pictures and then headed off to prom.
Nice prom photos…
And now some fun photos!!
If it weren’t for me just finding that keychain they give you I’d have never known we had a theme. But the keychain said “Midnight Masquerade” so I presume that was our theme. Not that you would have known it by looking around. I have to say, not much was memorable about prom. My boyfriend and I were at the end our relationship anyhow, it had just run its course by that point, we had run out of things to say to each other. I was worried the whole time that he wouldn’t want to dance so I never asked him and when he asked me I figured he didn’t really want to and was just being nice so I declined. I went to the bathroom and when I came back,mac makeup wholesale, he was dancing a slow song, our class song, with another girl that didn’t even go to our school anymore, but when she had she would throw herself all over him all the time. So that kind of ruined my prom and I ended up in the bathroom crying. Not that he ever knew that, I don’t think. After prom, we went to one of my date’s friends houses,mac makeup, who I didn’t like either. So again, not too fun. We didn’t stay too late, and that’s about it. Just went home after that and took down my mountain of curls.
The good news of the prom, my date ended up marrying that girl he was dancing with that made me cry. Sure, her and I were enemies in high school. She always had a thing for him and was always trying to prove she was smarter than me in the classes we had together. She changed a lot in college, I guess, and figured out that throwing herself at guys wasn’t the best way to get a good one. I’m still very good friends with him. He and I broke up shortly after graduation, took the summer to get over everything and then have been great friends since. We write each other every week. So that’s my prom story. If I had to do it again, I’d have danced and had fun, and made my dress with spaghetti straps for sure!