After 10 years, you really can’t be embarrassed anymore. What better way to prove it than to run photos of your fashion crimes in a national newspaper.
My blurb accompanying the photo in today’s Post: “The dress had to be lilac. Or lavender. “Like the colour of the sky sometimes at dusk.” (I actually wrote that in my diary -clearly an indication of why I went to prom as a third wheel with my best friend and her boyfriend.) And I wore matching purple lipstick for that Prom of the Living Dead look. All that aside, when I look at this dress I imagine my mother hunched over the bodice, hand-beading the fabric -and cursing. Now that is love.