Senior Prom, 1992. Hoo boy. LOL.
At size 18 then, I couldn't find a prom dress in local stores within my budget that fit me, so I designed something in keeping with my gothy sensibilities, and a very nice local seamstress made that dress for me.
I also did my own hair and make-up (in case you couldn't tell!), since having your hair and make-up done professionally for prom wasn't a thing then. At least not with the crowd I ran with.
True Fact: Our prom was held in a giant barn on the County Fairgrounds.
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