i'm cleaning out my closet.
i have to get rid of everything.
including things that are nothing more than sentimental objects.
goodbye snowboarding pants, weird round toe beige flats, gem sweater that leslie and the lys personally blessed.
and goodbye 1996 j. crew silk slip-like prom dress.
i'm having a hard time getting rid of this little lass.
i thought i was so different when i wore this to prom and was surround by tacky satin, lace and sequins.
i took all of my bobby pins out of my formal up-do the minute i stepped on the dance floor so i could officially get down to business. (how do you dance without a flowing mop of permed glory anyways?)
it was a great night. i wore a thong for the first time, i slept in the bottom of a friend's boat and i didn't get home the next day until around 3pm. my date was my best friend jeff smith. we were for real best friends- no chemistry or sexual tension. i probably farted in his parent's borrowed thunderbird that night.
but before we parted, i had to have one last dance in my favorite dress:
a barefooted photo shoot with some very confused friends.
they couldn't tell if i loved the dress or if i was making fun of myself. again.
i think both.