2014 Re-cap: Prom

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

So, yesterday I began looking back at some of the shenanigans I got up to this year and I started with day one of my London trip. I'm not going to post day two just yet. Instead, I wanted to focus all the way back to May. Now, May was before all the exam stress and before I realised that I was totally unprepared for the rest of my life. May was the month in which I think the majority of girls in my school, partly including me, had been looking forward to. Prom.
The actual prom event itself was boring and three hours of my life that I won't get back. But all the months of excitement weren't about going to some hotel, being in a room with everyone in my year who I generally disliked and eating cold food, it was about the element of getting all dressed up in a really expensive dress that I'll never wear again.
The really expensive dress in question? This one which I had my heart set on since Year 7. It was my dream dress. It was Sherri Hill, £540 and all the way from the United States and now it's just sitting at the back of my wardrobe which is most likely where it'll stay until I'm on my deathbed in which I may as well be buried in the dress because it cost so much.
The dress itself was wonderful. Despite the fact that there were sizing issues at the start because I didn't realise American sizes were extremely different to British sizes.
One thing that I didn't take into account when settling for an aqua blue colour that I thought would compliment my skin tone nicely was the film Frozen. I still haven't seen the film Frozen, but I would just like to point out that, despite what many people thought, I was not channeling Elsa. I have had my eyes on this dress for years. So if anything, Elsa borrowed style tips from me.
I was also told I looked fairy several times that night.
A note to all the shoe retailers out there, please stock size 2 heels as people with tiny feet like me spend days looking for special occasion shoes to fit only to have to settle for the smallest size available and use about a dozen insoles to make them fit. It took me ages to find shoes that were actually glittery and silver and weren't seven sizes too big so I looked like a clown. Eventually, trusty Debenhams had some. Even then I still had to stuff the shoes with cotton wool so they fitted tightly.

I'm sure some might say that prom is a coming-of-age must. While it did make for an excellent photo-op and new profile picture, I kept checking my phone to see how long I had left until it was all over. Even the awards weren't good. I was robbed of the vertically challenged award, yes I am still bitter about that, arguably the person that won is smaller than me but still. I spent most of the night gawking at the guy I liked back then in his suit, awkwardly dancing in a circle of friends, then attempting to do the macarena all the while wishing that I was at home watching the rest of The Avengers which I had started whilst I was getting my hair done.
Prom's a little American tradition that found it's way across the pond and while I did enjoy getting to dress up and be Elsa from Frozen or a fairy who had lost her wings for the evening, I found it underwhelming. I'm not sure what I expected, but if prom were a book I would give it three stars.


Here's hoping that I haven't ruined the prom experience for those of you who have it yet to come!

Hope you have a great day!
Until next time,
Samantha



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