I am playing along today with Liz from A belle, a bean, and a chicago dog for her Senior Hottie link up. Who wouldn’t want to go back through old photo albums and find the proof that
destroys supports our stories of being super cool way back when days of 1991-92.
My senior year started like most of my other middle and high school years. With the tennis team. Every day….running around, trying to hit the little yellow ball. Or better yet, suddenly having a better stroke when the boys soccer team was walking past the courts. It was the same, year after year, except that my senior year, I was a co-captain. (I think. I can’t remember exactly). We even decorated boxer shorts to wear as spirit wear. (we must not have gotten the memo that wearing white boxer shorts covered in puffy paint and words like “check this out” was um…not cool).
I mean really, what opponent would not have been scared of that scrunchy on the top of my head? And in case you are wondering, I lived in Michigan in high school. And so the leggings and sweatshirt were a necessity playing in October where the temps fell dramatically by the time our regional tournament came around. I think I played in gloves one year. Good times.
Then came homecoming. I don’t remember where this cute little number came from.
The glasses and nose would be those of my boyfriend….we will call him Sailor. (he liked to sail). I “dated” him in 7th grade as well….(that finished badly with him giving me a bag of jelly beans as a gift for I am not sure what reason—he did better as a senior.) Actually, we dated for all of our senior year. All the way through prom… where truth be told, I was falling out of high school love with Sailor and realizing that my best guy friend (who took my best girl friend to prom so that we could all go together) was the one I really cared for. Oh the drama.
Now….I am not sure what to say about my prom dress. I had this dress made by a dress maker. I seem to remember going to the fabric store with my mom to get all the material. Which is pretty funny because going into a fabric store is pretty much like visiting a foreign country for me. Ah yes, back to the dress. I still have it. I kind of love it. Part of me (don’t laugh) wonders if I could resuscitate it somehow. And yes, I had a thing for the song “The Lady in Red.”
The shoes on the other hand…pretty sure those never made it on to my feet again. And in case you are wondering, I did not play the piano. My dad just liked to pose me there.
The truth is..I had it pretty good back then….how could I not? Tennis fashionista that I was. Dancing with my boyfriend at the prom but looking longingly at the boy that I really wanted to be with.
Fast forward to now…where my very first group of students is finishing their senior year as we speak. Yikes….. So glad I am not them. But wait….one day, twelve years from now….I will get to live vicariously through Principessa as she navigates the waters of her senior hottie-ness. Double yikes.