I was tagged by somebody for one of those Prom Queen things, and I can't remember who, but I know a few of you have done it. Do it if the spirit moves you!
We didn't do Prom back in 1985 (I have no idea if they do now) in Canada, but we did do Grad and it was a big deal. Here's my Grad photo - I'm 17 here.
That is actually my brother, Dave, with me. Nice rented 3-piece disco suit, dude. That suit was totally NOT in style in '85! He was going to his girlfriend's junior high grad the same night (he's 15 in this picture), which is why he is also dressed up.
My dress was Barbara Barbara - it's a brand that's not around any more, but I remember seeing it in a Glamour magazine back then and being very excited that I had a designer brand. I bought it in Hawaii while on vacation with the fam right before grad - it was $75. It had a dropped V-shaped waist trimmed with a wide ruffle, and a slightly-below-the-knee pencil skirt with a slit in the back. The fabric was a crinkled cotton. I wore bigass white metal earrings, very sheer white nylons with white tiny "=" designs and white pumps.
I loved the whole outfit, and it was very classy compared to the lace bombs most of my classmates wore. I could hardly walk in the dress - when I had gotten my Grad certificate and was going back to my seat on the stage, the classmate behind me had to boost me up by the bum so that I could make the step.
My mom bought me the carnation elastic wristband (hated it), and wouldn't let me take it off when my actual date gave me a purple orchid corsage. Boo!
And just because I happened to find something else while I was searching for the grad picture:
That would be Grade 9, 1981, I'm 14 years old, and I am dolled up for the Christmas dance (where I received my first kiss).
Note the oversized aviator frames on my glasses, and the groovy feathered hair. The dress/jacket combo was from Woolco (go, polyester!) as we were pretty poor back then. I thought I looked great. Dances used to be a big ritual for me: I'd do my nails and make-up, curl my hair, shave my legs (I didn't tell my mom - I used my dad's razor and he always claimed they got dull fast, haha).
I like the crazy-looking Christmas tree.