Prom Edition

Depending on where you live, prom is either on the horizon, receding from it or isn't too familiar with this Americanized cultural pastime culminating to the final days as a secondary schooler. It's fun, it's really sad and has potential to be costly.

Being amidst the full swing of prom season and having so casully been friends with upper-upperclassmen attending this coming of age event, the question of "what to wear to prom" has gained a top spot among modern day conversation starters only second to "Crazy weather we're having, eh?" and " I like your braces?" ( no joke, this actually happened to me today).

Unfortunately, I'm not going to prom so such outfitting won't yet be on my radar for another 363 days, but since it's soo much closer than the facts may suggest and I literally can't stand the thought of  procrastination on this firtuous occasion, I started planning ahead.

I present  Is Everyone Pronouncing My Name Wrong? (And Other Misspellings): Prom Edition– the title may be subject to copyright infringement law, so we're still working the details out:

Good Thing Gone Bad

Have you ever done something remotely artistic and you're doing your thing all in the zone and you get to a point where you're like, "Yeah, this isn't so painful to look at". And then, you reach a choice: to add on or to not add on that extra squiggle, paint stoke or stitch. Ultimately, you do it. Followed by almost instant regret. There are no loop holes, neither do overs; you are, in fact, screwed.

Take that analogy and then apply it to my characteristically dysfunctional habits of dressing every morning for the past 16 years and 7 months. And then take that analogy and more directly apply it to the manifestation of this outfit here below.

I'm aware. I probably took it 6 steps too far, but what's done is done. Spare me though, and together let's pretend that I don't look too like to a hipster try-hard.