In Honor of Promaballoona

I'm right in the middle of making my dress for Promaballoona. There is a lot of work yet to be done. Not gonna lie, starting to panic a little...

 In the mean time, here is a picture of me from my actual prom for your enjoyment. My dress was from JcPenney, or Windsor, or Dillard's or something like that.

In my last post I said that my dress was knee length, and in my memory it is, but here you can see that it's actually a much less flattering just-about-the-ankle length. I went to a Catholic all girls high school, and only juniors and seniors could go to the prom. I didn't go my junior year because there was this silly rule that you had to go with a date, you couldn't just go with a group of friends. I mean, really?? So, senior year, when I thought to myself, I better go to prom or I'm going to regret it forever, my date was my best friend's [pictured] sorta-boyfriend's [pictured] friend [my date], who coincidentally had been my grade school classmate up until about fifth grade. Kinda awkward.

And I mean, prom pictures. The guys' hands on our elbows. Really? Sooo uncomfortable.

And here, courtesy of my mom, is a picture of the actual dress. Because it's still hanging in my closet. I really loved this dress when I wore it. And actually, if it really were knee length and made from a different fabric, it might even be something I would still consider wearing. Is that bad??

And a closeup [thanks mom!]: