My Senior Prom

It's Prom season here in the Midwest and the local high schools are ready.

My kids are on a swim team that practices at the high school they will attend one day. There are two posters hanging up right as you walk into the building.

One depicts appropriate Prom attire and includes examples of such. Modest cleavage showing, side slit going up a bit but not too much, and a fitted but not tight dress all make the appropriate list. There are several photos cut out of catalogs or magazines and labeled "good cleavage" or "side slit high, but not too high" for more visual learners on this poster.

It's the Nice list, if you will.

Now I'd like to present the Naughty list. It, too, has pictures. These pictures though, are of bad prom dress choices. It's a way fun more poster to peruse.

There is a "too much cleavage" picture. The model in this photo clearly needs to put her canned goods back in the pantry. Evidently having your canned goods showing is not appropriate for the Prom.

Good to know.

I loved the inappropriate side slit photo. The dress had a slit so high that it had bra strap showing. The poor model's Golden Palace of the Himalayas was almost making an appearance.

All of these Naughty or Nice pictures got me to thinking about my own Senior Prom.

Come. Stroll down memory lane with me, even if it's not your memory or your lane. We'll have fun.

Picture it: May 1991.

The hair, although still fluffy, wasn't as big as in the 80s.

The dresses were a little sleeker and not as poofy as in recent years.

But the tanning bed still reigned supreme.

I give you Exhibit A:

My Senior Prom photo.

Let's dive in, shall we?

The hair. It had calmed down a bit since '89. The repeated applications of Sun-In have grown out. It is no longer permed to within an inch of its life.

However, it is curled and moussed to within an inch of its life.

The skin. Two words: tanning bed. Giving me a nice orange glow since 1988. My dermatologist is currently about to pop a vessel. Let's all just move on.

The make up. Well, it's minimal. But I'm 98% sure that I'm sporting turquoise eye liner to match my dress. Because you should always match your eye liner to your dress.

Mary Kay says so.

The dress. My mother made it so I think you should cut me some slack. I would like to give myself props for being fashion forward enough to sport a one shoulder dress. I think that overrides the mistake of having an outer layer of iridescent material emitting a lovely sheen when the light hit it.

That dress. It was shiny.

The shoes. I know you can't see them in this photo because it looks like some bizarre mist is swirling around my feet, but they were …

Anyone have a guess?

Anyone? Anyone?

Beuller?

Beuller?

Sorry. 80s humor.

Back to the shoes.

They were dyed to match my turquoise dress. And I thought they were stunning and at the very top of high school fashion. Why, oh why, didn't anyone stop me?

The date. Wonder what ever happened to that dude? Wish we had kept in touch. He was such a nice guy.

He looks kinda familiar.

Kinda like this guy.

Yeah. I married my Prom date.

And our kids think the Prom photo is hilarious.

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