So, uh, prom dresses. Do you all want me to do something on them this year? Because I’m kinda tempted not to. Of course that might be because I still have PTSD from Francesca’s Taffeta Death March last year.
On one hand, I know we’ve got some young readers who might benefit from a bit of sartorial direction.
On the other, eh, it’s prom. It’s pretty much your last chance to wear a pretty pretty princess dress without someone (me) raining on your poufy parade. So if you want to dress like the love child of Cinderella and a lemon meringue pie, more power to you. Have a great time, don’t get pregnant and try not to die on your way home.