Sheers or pleated only. Only in black if it's practically transparent. I never really got into the jersey-cotton type, though. And I'd prefer them without patterns, but this was all I had at the back of my closet...
Belt: Mother's Closet
Chain necklace: Pacsun
Socks: Dad's (I'm hoarding quite a collection of his socks...)
My prom was a week ago, so this post is long overdue. But better late than never. Skip down if you'd rather not bore yourself with details, both sentimental and unnecessary.
Another classmate said this fairly well; when we were younger, did we ever believe that we would be old enough for prom? And yet, here we were. When I was young, prom was this magical place where the "older kids" had the "best night of their lives." By this age I knew from experience that high school and everything that happens in it isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Leading up to The Day, I was in some sort of agonized state of supertension from all the things I had to do and all the things I had left undone. Prom dress? Na. ACT test on the morning of prom? Unstudied. Prom hair? No idea w-d-f I was going to do (the plan was a messy bun made by piling my hair into my fist and pulling a hair tie over it. A style I reserve especially for stressful Calc tests and in-class essays. How special.) Nails? Grubby and short. Make up? No idea.
THE day: ACT test, got face waxed and polished after an agonizingly long wait for the Indian ladies, frustrating trip to Walmart for makeup supplies and indecisive decision for my nails that ended in my father driving away, came back home with FORTY-FIVE minutes until everyone else was supposed to arrive, unshaven, unshowered, smelly, and just gross in general. I somehow managed to pull myself together, thanks to my mom who insisted on wrenching out my hair and morphing my incoherent tangled mass into something quite nice while I hastily scraped on my makeup, and while the girls began arriving fully decked out in their long dresses and perfectly applied makeup and hair I was still in my sweats and t shirt...
But...it's nice to say that my prom night took me completely be surprise. I never imagined that I would have had so much fun, such amazing memories. Just seeing everyone in my house gave me this sort of candyland of happy energy that kept me bouncing off the walls. Everything just fell together. The pictures. The free Hummer limo. My outfit (which didn't turn out as catastrophic as I had been worrying). My corsage, which was beautiful and perfect, so perfect, thanks to a best friend's sister who constructed it after my request for orchids and feathers. The beautiful set up at prom. Dancing. Bowling. Everything.
Skirt- American Apparel
Bustier- Charlotte Russe
Bow- taken from old dress
Shoes- Steven by Steve Madden ($9. Score.)
Clutch- Mother's Closet
Earrings- Charlotte Russe
Rings- Metropark, thrifted, Charlotte Russe
Lace biker shorts (which you can't see. good.)- F21
Trench- Michael Kors
(Right) Annd this is one of my favorite candids. I believe the boyfriend was asking why I kept grabbing his finger so hard. It was out of sheer excitement. And maybe a bit because the only way I know how to get down our ridiculously steep driveway with heels is to wobble and trip the whole way.
Picked this up on the way home today. I've been looking for pastels cause I can't believe I don't have a single one in my color pile (small anthill, really...). I've given up on painting my nails since chlorine gnaws away polish like a termite infestation. But since it's spring break I think I'll enjoy "pretty" hands (or at least fingernails) for the week.
Best and favorite investment in any nail product, ever. Makes any color infinitely better with a matte finish.
This probably isn't the most ideal time to start blogging again, when I have a reaction paper and two tests tomorrow, the ACT on Saturday, and prom. It's only Wednesday, but I'm drained of all my brain fluids and good moods from no sleep Sunday night, and the succeeding useless late bed times. I also need a new alarm clock because I've deemed my cell alarm useless. For some reason, no matter what ringtone I use at any obnoxious volume, my ears have developed some kind of selective barrier that completely tunes it out... yet when my dad gives the lightest of all knocks on my door, I'm bouncing up from my bed and realizing for the umpteenth time that I've overslept for an entire half hour. What I'd really love is one of those radio/CD/mp3 alarm clocks at hotels.
On a better note, I had to make a "fashion" collage [eye roll, I know] for a recent application to a department store, which has made me realize that outfit shots take all of about five minutes out of my day. I need. to stop. being. lazy.
Update: The post above was written about a week ago, saved, then picked up again today. So much for not being lazy.
Sweater+ear chain: Thrifted
Levis: DIY'd; from the depths of the Mother's Closet
Belt: also from MC
Socks: Father's Closet
Shoes: UO ($5 Black Friday luck)
Pet Ferret of a Bag (or something) : DIY'd from an old unwanted jacket hood lining+small bag
Ring: Metro ($3, Black Friday luck again)
Bra strap: Classy...sike.
Squinty eyes: Sun in my face
Amazeballs iridescent shimmery leggings (UGH LOVE LOVE LOVE): UO
One of those outfits where I just pile all the things I love on top of each other. Sigh. I (honestly) can say I don't visit malls or shopping plazas much unless necessity demands it (e.g. a week before prom and being w/o a dress, or when all my jeans have suddenly outgrown me like those weight loss Subway ads). But when I do I almost never regret it because luck always finds me somehow with an amazing item at an unreal price I can actually afford...
One of my favorite things. I scored this ear chain in a secondhand shop. Excuse the discolored grotesque dalmatian-like skin; that's what happens when you spend too many hours in a chlorine infested pool with annoyingly sensitive skin.
I love visiting my old classmates at their school. Every time I go back to visit, it seems like all the guys have doubled their size in width and height and all the girls have suddenly discovered how amazing they could look (with the help of make up, hair irons, etc etc...). It's so different for me because I don't see everyone on a regular basis, only slight snapshots, and all the change they go through amazes me every time. Suddenly I can't even fit my arms around the guys because they've exploded on some sort of out of control steroid growth, and the girls are unrecognizable in their bombshell hairstyles and eyeliner. I still think of them in the same junior high gawky and awkward stages with their unfussed-over hair and flair khakis and running shoes. Now the girls have boobs and hairspray, and the guys have bulk and...no actually that's it; not much else has changed for them. Ha ha, only joking. A number of them have morphed out of their caterpillar larvae into not-too-shabby looking fellas.
And I love hearing all the stories of gossip and drama circling around the school without having to partake in messy affairs. And the comical way people respond to my hello's with a quick glance and automatic hey, then literally do a double take as if they can't believe what they're seeing. And how much more I feel like I belong there than here at times, and how I often laugh as much there in one visit as I do for a week here.
And they have open campus. How sick would it be to go to Chipotle every day? And kids just talk on their phones in the hallways. And they don't have prayer before every single period (har har har). And the classrooms are small and a bit cramped, or maybe I'm just not used to it. And everyone's Asian. And their periods are SO SHORT (compared to our hour and a half). Class is over before you know it. I've pretty much forgotten what it was like to go to public school.