It took me most of the summer of 1985 to plan my senior portrait wardrobe changes. I decided to go with the following:
- a wool cape with a black, wide brimmed hat (I am not sure why I thought the matador theme was cool. I have never been into Hemmingway, but I have always been into drama.)
- a vintage pink dress with a beaded overlay I found at a rummage sale (I was REALLY entranced by fashion forward movies like Pretty in Pink.)
- my grandma's black dress from the forties. It had a peplum. I can't find the words to express my joy that peplums have made a comeback. Peplum=waist whittler without all that blasted core training.
The photo shoot went well. Even though I had to share the changing room with the photographer's three Siberian huskies.
I was so disappointed when the proofs came back. Sad, because I looked like me. The photographer my parents chose didn't believe in soft focus, blurry edges, or dreamy gazes. I wanted my photos to look like someone else. Someone prettier. Someone famous. Someone with a focus. Instead I got me. Me wearing a cape. Me in pink. Me looking like me.
Thinking back, I am bummed that looking like me was such a disappointment back in 1985. Now. I truly believe, "The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are." (Thank you & hugs Ram Dass!)
So Prairie Friends. Be You! Put on that tight Bon Jovi tee. Rock those rhinestone sunglasses. Clutch that vintage purse. Lace up those Converse. I know you can do it.