Memory Monday...Class of '91

Okay, so I was supposed to post this, at my sister's request, on Friday. But, I had no idea where my senior pictures were. Which was just fine with me, really, because the world certainly doesn't need more permed hair and humongous lace collars. However, yesterday, in cleaning up a mess of the stationary that is stored in my closet (um, thanks for that opportunity, girls) I came across the senior picture I put in my yearbook. I have no idea why it was in there. Maybe it was fate, because, really, how could we all not love looking at this disaster?I wish I could have found all of the other proofs I have. I loved the ones with my name written in lights behind me, or the ones where I rested my chin on my hands on top of a mirror so you could see my sexy, serious look reflecting. But, I chose this one for the yearbook, because it was "classic" and "timeless" and sweet, but wise looking. Ha! I think it's safe to say that Jessica McClintock has moved on to better things, thank goodness. Those lace collars were awesome back then, though. I remember almost choosing for the yearbook a fabulous pose where I was looking over my shoulder, but the lace on the back of the dress was not so dramatic and gorgeous. Thankfully, I didn't choose that pose, because Tiffany M. chose that pose for her picture, and we had the same dress. Except hers was blue and mine was green. That would have been embarrassing.

Speaking of embarrassing, I could have posted my wedding pictures here, and I looked about the same--two years later. And, speaking of my wedding, I had one cousin that wore this exact dress to my wedding. Because I couldn't help myself from sharing my fashion faux pas with other younger, impressionable girls. I'm nice that way.