The Season is Uprom Us

An email from Lauren brought me back to those last years of high school and the ritual of the PROM. I’m not sure what the name really stands for and am not interested enough to Google it.

And indeed, I thought, “there’s a blog post in here!”  Shun it or be on the committee, there was very little middle ground from my Prom years in the early ’70s. The hippy days of the 60s were waning and the 70s was a dorky period of “What’s Next?” I still have my original, first ever Prom gown. (It’s sort of like having your grandmother’s wedding gown – slightly yellowed and fragile in a size that looks like it would fit a doll.)

Unfortunately it is tucked away in the summer cabin North of here under 7 feet of snow so no photos are readily available. It is yellow satin with a heavy french lace overdress. The neckline borders on “turtleneck” status and the bodice is tight. From the puff shoulders to the six-button cuffs, there is no skin visible. My mother and I picked out the pattern and had it made by her dressmaker. We went on a mission to find just the right lace and shade of satin.

Lexie’s first prom gown also in yellow, note the dramatic make up and hair? Very 2005 and very Lexie. Do Mermaids come in Yellow??

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In the early 1970s  you went with a date or you didn’t dare show your face. Your date’s cumberbund matched the color of your dress but beyond that it was a miss-mash of 1960s hippy meets disco with a nod to Hollywood romance. Lexie’s crew went en mass, some were dating but it wasn’t a prerequisite for the evening.


Race ahead three years to Hanni’s prom in 2008. Her gown was a throw back to the 1960s, purchased online. When she told me it was tie-dyed silk, I had visions but was pleasantly surprised when it arrived. Make-up was optional and hair was whatever you felt best about. Though most of the party was “couples” there were a few “singles.”

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Meanwhile, Lauren wrote sent me her memories of Prom night…

I went during the mid 80s, so my fashion icons were Princess Diana and Madonna. My gowns were ruffled and had puffy sleeves and I made my necklace, using velvet ribbon, thinking I was on par with Diana. I also did lace fingerless gloves–a shout out to Madonna. I mean, it was so bad, it was almost good. I had my proms in the decade after the Little House on the Prairie look was big, and before sequins made their entrance.

My, the times they are a changing…

11 thoughts on “The Season is Uprom Us

  1. I went stag to my senior prom. I wasn’t dating and was leaving for boot camp in a month or so. Lucky for my the ’80s were a time when stag was ok. I didn’t stay long after the meal and couldn’t begin to tell you what I wore. “Gunnysak” was the “dress to be in!” I didn’t lose my virginity or get drunk that night like so many of my friends. I was glad to leave highschool behind and start my adult life!

  2. I love these!! Your daughters are beautiful and what great fashion sense each of them has! It’s so much better, isn’t it, the way young people are doing things like proms? Much less rigid and exclusionary than what I remember (I didn’t go to my own senior prom at all), and they look like they’re really enjoying themselves.

  3. Prom is short for promenade. My memories of senior proms are not so good due to that “have a date” thing and I’m delighted to forget it.

  4. Your girls look lovely, I wish there was a photo of you too though. The prom didn’t arrive in the UK until fairly recently so I didn’t have a prom dress or a prom. We do have them here now, the youngest of my three boys went but they didn’t have them for the oldest two. It seems to be quite expensive for the mothers of girls, with dresses that cost more than my wedding outfit and a limousine, which I most certainly didn’t have for my wedding. My son wore a suit with a black shirt and white tie and went on a motorcycle.

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