In high school, much like with young first-time brides, I was too obsessed with perfection and being pretty princess. I had the ballgown, the perfect updo, everything except a date. This time, a prom themed concert featuring several different bands (Dead Sarah ROCKS!!) I decided to do what I wanted, not what was "perfect". This time I had a date, this time I wore the raunchy sex-pot dress I had always wanted to wear with the f*** me pumps and the messy sex hair and CHECK. OUT. THOSE. GAMS. finally, yes, cross one off the bucket list
That little sundress was my Mother's back in the early 70's, there is a picture of me wearing it in high school and I haven't fit into it again, until now ...