Wedged like floppy lettuce in between the meaty likes of satin and sequins. Fluffy hair tousled and teased like the plump top and bottom of a burger bun. Smokin' hawt on your plate of fashion. Ahh, prom season is served.
I thought it only fitting that I service you with the Big Mac, yes the Whopper of Throwback Thursdays here on this day I set aside for Cheap Thrills. The local high schools have me in a prom sandwich. With one celebrating last weekend and another celebrating this weekend, I have no other choice but to chime in with Arby's. "We have the meats" my custom design business most certainly can proclaim. Like little quarter pound patties, my wristlet corsage has been most delightfully craved and deliciously served.
Above is just a portion of the all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun that my hands have made. Oh, making these wristlet corsages are so much fun!
Each client sends me their prom colors, monogram and an image of the dress. From there, I season fabrics and flame broil beautiful with each unique custom design.
It would appear I could have potentially sported the teal wristlet I just recently made my sophomore year. It would also appear I could have used tweezers and maybe, just maybe, have worked for NASA's space program with my Mom's handmade Jetson-esque dress.
Junior year never fear. It's the year you feel most primed for prom glory. I wore press-on nails that year. Popped one off while cutting my steak at dinner. You can thank my glowing skin to over moisturizer application so to combat my regular regimen of the good ole OXY acne pads. There's nothing that says prom quite like confused skin and pancake foundation from Max Factor.
I was honored to make this corsage for a client from my hometown for last weekend's prom. It was even the colors of my high school alma mater.
insert senior prom. Ombre was totally available in 1994. Who knew? I am quite certain I didn't.
And a girl couldn't go and leave out her college senior formal now could she? Particularly when it boasts my handsome boyfriend-turned-husband that only took FOUR more years of dating from this capture. It would appear I found highlights and tweezers and a push-up bra.
The fact that I still possess this gown leaves me questioning my hoarder status as well my basic pondering of the hole cut-outs mid-section trend. Hmmm, they say black is always classic. Timeless even. Gaping rhombus bare skin sections on your belly? Notsomuch.