Once upon a prom time in the year 2001…

Who remembers their prom? 👑

Someone started the hashtag #YAGoestoProm and it got me thinking about my own prom many moons ago.

I put so much thought into my prom dress and hair/makeup. I grew my nails out for weeks so I’d have the perfect french manicure. When the day of prom came, I must’ve spent seven hours getting ready. Seven!! The me of today wouldn’t even know what do to with this much time to myself. But there’s a good bet I’d take a long nap. Two kids will do that to you.

I was sure I’d always look back and love how I looked, but the truth is, I still like my dress—it’s whimsical while not being too precious—but oooooof I’d be lying if I said that hair didn’t make me cringe a little. I was looking a little June Carter-y before I knew what that reference meant.

What do you remember about your prom?

Tell me everything.

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10 thoughts on “Once upon a prom time in the year 2001…

  1. It is a great dress. My mom and I spent hours trying to even find a dress that fit my tiny little elf size self. I remember my long suffering beau who wore a tux jacket to match my dress. Proms are a ritual of passage for sure. It’s great when they’ve passed!

  2. You looked beautiful!
    I remember going to my prom out of an obligation I had created for myself – thinking it would be something I would regret not going to, so I forced myself to go. I wore a strapless, sweetheart neckline dress with a tutu-style skirt, it was black with multicoloured butterflies on it. I curled my hair and tried to look pretty. I felt out of place the entire time. I didn’t do much dancing, I just followed my friends around like a sheep. One of my mates wore a garter so that she could stash a flask of booze.
    There was another prom two years later, that marked the end to secondary school altogether, and I didn’t bother with that one – I’m glad I didn’t!

  3. I actually made my own dress, white chiffon, spaghetti straps with white feather boa along the bottom and under the bust! Lol! It was 1973, and I thought I looked so cool! The venue kinda sucked, and the food was terrible. To be honest, it was kind of a let down after all the build up to that day.

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