Yesterday my youngest sister went to to her senior prom. Prom... doesn't it just cultivate fond memories of young boys borrowing the family car, sweaty palms, awkward dancing, and giddy girls dressed up to look like dream-princess barbie.
...pause... sigh... reflect...
Well apparently things have changed...
Forget all that sparkle barbie stuff- instead think sleek gowns, professional photographers, stretch limos, and spray tans. I took my good friend, Anna, along with me to watch all the prom go-ers prance around and take pictures- We were pretty shocked when we pulled up to group of 70 high schoolers decked out in gorgeous oscar style gowns. Here we were, thinking we were going to entertain ourselves by picking out the most hideous-poofy-sparkle infested dresses, but instead we walked in to Vera Wang's backyard. Big shocker.
Needless to say- with a little help from her favorite hair stylist (yours truly) and few dance tips and demos on how to bump and grind appropriately Mariah looked beautiful and made it through her senior prom