so back when I was in high school...

LAUGHING OUT LOUD. So do you guys, like, remember when we were in high school? And we had that one thing... What was it? We thought it was a big deal? "P"-something? Oh, yeah... PROM! Hah. Ohhhh [insert melodramatic sigh] hiiiigh schoool.

So that was last week. It feels like forever ago! (I find myself thinking, "haha, remember high school, Lexy?" It's quite humorous/bizarre.) I was mentally musing about how cool it would be if my blog was a movie. And posts had trailers. And this post had a trailer. Just so I could insert a crapload of fabulous jargon to make me feel like a big deal and what not. In a really deep, manly voice. (That I obviously don't possess. But for the purpose of my happiness, please imagine that I do.) "The much anticipated PROM POST!" or "The wait is now OVER!" or simply "Dun, dun, dun...."

But, you know. I'm just some ex-high school student and here's some pictures and words from that prom thing...


I sketched out the design and then my fabulous mother sewed it for me. It was a really idealistic process. I picked out the fabric, the design, etc... and then like a FAIRY MOTHER (haha, get it? Because she's my mother?) (awkward/unfunny joke) BAM! Out it came out! (hah. that also sounds like I'm describing an idealistic birth of a child. weird.) Just kidding. It was actually a long process of back and forth and titter and tatter...



But BAM! The day before the big event (literally) out popped the dress! Ta-daaa... #mumsiesareawesome



See the lavender exploding from my legs? BEST. THING. EVER. This is the only part of the dress that wasn't made by mum. I bought this crinoline at the Kensington Market the weekend before and OH MY EEEEK. I feel like doctors should prescribe crinoline for patients in need of a dose of happiness. Seriously. You cannot be sad if you are wearing that. Point: I had exams that week. Ew. But then! Genius! I wore this around the house whilst reciting study notes! IT WAS AMAZING. (Except for the fact that I got a little distracted by excessive spinning. So yeah, it had to go. But the point is: HAPPY. Me. While STUDYING. This is an unknown combination. Unless, of course, you have CRINOLINE. Wahhh!)

Also, it's 60 yards of fabric. 60 YARDS. You could look up my skirt (in theory, of course) and all the goods would be hidden. Heck, I could stuff an entire WATERMELON up my skirt and no one would know. I'm feeling very passionate about this crinoline business and maybe that's a problem/ weird so maybe I'll stop, yeah...



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I also had an explosion of pleather flowers adorning, well, my entire body. I felt like spring time. It was wonderful.



I couldn't find any shoes, so I ended up wearing these Fleuvogs. I've worn them to a billion other fancy shmancy events, but they're awesome. They have a fat heel, so spinning and dancing (see crinoline skirt) was not only a do-able, but an utter MUST.


Here is my friend/ date. He got a lot of compliments on his bow tie and boutonniere (fancy word for flower thing boys wear). I would like to go down in history as being responsible for both those accessories. Yup, GURLZ RULEZ. The boutonniere story is actually quite funny:

(Evening before prom)
Friends: Blah blah blah corsage blah blah boutonniere blah blah buy blahhh
Me: WHAT? Are we supposed to buy the boys boutonnieres?!
Friend: Well, um, I think people usually coordinate it with their date...
Me: Aw, shucks.
(Later)
Me: Date, I'm I supposed to buy you a boutonniere?
Date: Well, um, yeah...
Me: (mentally) @#*&^ awkward.
Fortunately, the perfect solution laid in the fact that I woke up early the next morning and a snip snip here, a glue glue there... and BAM. Lookin' all shmancy and matchy and date-like and what not.


Here's the whole crew. By "whole crew," I am not referring to my closest friends or clique or anything. NO. Whole crew = entire grade. Plus their out-of-grade dates. Remember how my high school is nothing like the movies? SERIOUSLY. The picture below is a total testament to that as it contains MORE than my entire graduating class. MORE.


The beautiful ladies! As someone that is always but ALWAYS overdressed, I get such a shot of adrenaline when I see everyone dressed up. I think that was my favourite part. The whole squeal/hug/OMGyouresoopretty thing. I can't believe I'm one of those people. I'm not even going to try to be nonchalant or hip; I totally AM one of those people.


Here's me and the sibling. She's wearing my dress. She looks good with me. I'm such an airhead. I ensured my entire family was dressed to compliment what I was wearing. I mean... I'm not an airhead... I'm, um, responsible. I look in the future... plan out what... YEAH. Screw it. I wanted my pictures to look good. Therefore, Mimi's wearing lavender!

Together, my sister and I are the biggest Prom junkies ever! You know how you might skim through a few "PROM" albums that pop up on your Facebook news feed? Yeah? No. Not us. This "Prom Facebook stalking" is an event we bond over. Literally. Spent a few hours on a Saturday night staring at her computer. Conversation snidbits went along the lines of, "Ohhh, she knows a lot of people... she might have commented on someone's prom album! ...YES. She did! ...Aw yeah! Open profile!... Okay, let's stalk this random's prom photos!... And SHE commented on someone's Prom Album... Oooh..." We are the reasons why you should always be safe on Facebook. Privacy settings are a must. (Hi, have I mentioned that I have no life? Yeah. I have no life.)



Overall, prom was a lot of fun. Okay. "A lot" might be an exaggeration. But it was fun. This dress is probably the best thing I've ever worn. EVER. And, surprisingly, I had zero sarcastic reactions. ZERO. I was so excited to mentally recall all the ridiculous/ hilarious comments that I usually get... But nadda! They were overwhelmingly positive. I guess people were intimidated. I mean... I obviously look super badass. I KILL YOU WITH MY FLOWERS. Mwahah.

It was a good evening to chat with some friends and take pretty pictures and to spin around a little too much. (SERIOUSLY GUYS. I would totally list crinoline as one of those "keys to happiness" things. Have you been feeling sad? Do you need something to lift you up? Then buy CRINOLINE!) The psychological effects of clothing is phenomenal.

I'm realizing that I've spent basically the entirety of this very lengthy post talking about my dress/ my date's outfit/ my sister's outfit/ my prom facebook obsession. And you know. Very little about "Prom" itself. Basically went like this: Preparty then Prom then After Party. Oh yeah. That's right! I just partied it up until the wee morning! Except for literally. Except for maybe not the "partied it up" part. My ride ended up staying at the After Party until 4AM. Huh. It was my very first and very last "dope" high school party. I'm actually really glad I went. It was a solid confirmation that I haven't been missing out on much by not going to these "dope" high school parties. It also confirmed my awkwardness, particularly around intoxicated teenagers. I honestly wanted to just sit on the side, be very passive, and watch everyone... so I did. It was entertaining, but I was over it after an hour and desperately wanted to sneak upstairs, find a TV, and sip hot chocolate. Unfortunately, that could be weird. So yeah. I'm, like, sewww over high school parties!

Anyways! This was one mouthful of a post! I hope you enjoyed these pictures! And if you read these words then, you know, PRAWPZ BRAH. (give me a virtual pound!)

How was your prom? What would be your ideal prom dress?
(OH EHM GEE. Can we please squeal over expensive, pretty dresses? Send me links! Descriptions! Floor plans! You bet I was one of those girls this prom season. What are you wearing? How are you doing your hair? Your nails? I'm such a prom nerd. I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD END UP LIKE THISSSSS! waiiiilllll where did i go wronnggggg? I just get a rush at pretty, fancy things... I PROMISE I HAVE DEPTH. *Insert profound quote here to show my level of depth and stuff*)