Let me define “prom” from my perspective… I HATE to shop, I do NOT own a pair of heels and have only worn heels once because my sister made me to her wedding, I’ve never had a manicure (because I’m a chicken), I don’t paint my nails… shall I continue? Let’s just say that my poor daughters possibly do NOT get the female pampering most teenage girls might receive from their mothers 😉 Now, imagine prom from that perspective… 😉
Enlist one neighbor who is an accomplished shopping queen. Of course, I will tag along, maybe I’ll learn something, but probably not. Viola… one gorgeous dress emerges!
Lasso the hairstylist we’ve used for about 7 years… and as a bonus she’ll bring her sister who does makeup!… [Debbie is my hero! and I know Mario always helps watch to make sure everything is going as planned ;-)]
Put a 2nd teenage daughter in charge of the flowers…
Have a friend show up unexpectedly… with the PERFECT jewelry?!?!
Mention all of the above to a retired neighbor with a photography hobby…
TADA! I did NOTHING!!!! 😉
I have to say, she cleans up nicely… what do you think?
And then… you cue the date…
(I know… but I wasn’t going to spend hours “photoshopping” the sunburn… that was all HER fault)
[NOTE: these are not the “good” pictures… when I get ahold of those… I’ll let you know!]