Prom is an opportunity to feel like a real princess. Many girls prepare for it as if it were their wedding, choosing a special dress, makeup, and hairstyle long before the event. We think it’d be fun to see how graduates of different eras from around the world looked during their prom.
“My mom and the prom dress my grandmother made, 1965”
“Here’s my grandmother in the prom dress her mother made for her. This photo was probably taken in or around 1953.”
“My aunt and uncle at their prom, 1971 — she still looks amazing.”
“Prom 1959 to 2022: Grandma is still serving looks.”
“My parents at prom in 1992”
“Rocking into prom (1988)! I still laugh when looking at this photo.”
“My grandma, posing in her homemade prom dress in the mid-1940s”
“My mom and dad at their prom, 1986 — I will always want her dress.”
“My great-grandmother at her high school prom, I believe it was 1948.”
“My prom in 1993: the helmet hair, the sequins, the black pumps, the press-on nails”
“My grandma winning prom queen, May 1957”
“My grandmother’s senior prom photo, early 1960s”
“My grandparents at their prom (late 1940s) and on their wedding day (1950)”
“That time in 1989 when I was short and had a mullet, and my buddy took a soap star to prom.”
“My grandma, ready for prom, 1959 — she actually made that dress.”
“My mom’s prom, 1976”
“My grandparents at their senior prom in 1958 — I think they look so sharp!”
“Big hair prom, 1988 — thank gosh my hair didn’t catch on fire. It was so flammable!”
“My nana’s prom picture, circa 1942 — I inherited her lovely ginger locks.”
“My mom at her prom in 1973”
Speaking of the last century, we decided to recall what was happening back in 1989, when the Internet had just been invented
My BIL Asked Me to Wear All White to His Gender Reveal Party – When I Found Out Why, I Was Speechless
An innocent gender reveal party swiftly descended into chaos. Luckily, my future mother-in-law was ready for the spectacle. When I discovered the rationale behind the last-minute dress requirement, I was taken aback and indignant.
Hello, my name is Tammy, and I’m thirty-one years old. Dean is thirty-two. This has to do with my fiancé’s family’s massive betrayal, which inspired me to pursue retribution.
For his first child, my future brother-in-law, Sam, planned a gender reveal party. Ignoring the warning signs, Dean and I accepted the invitation. It was strange that the invitation asked guests to bring presents, including medium diapers and something for the parents. We were told everyone had to wear white one week prior to the event. I bought a white jumpsuit with reluctance.
There was a nervous atmosphere at the celebration. Enthusiastically, Sam and Berta interacted with each other. Everyone was covered in pink and blue paint as it suddenly exploded in showers. The white clothing code, we discovered, was to sabotage our ensembles for their own entertainment.
The guests were furious, but Berta and Sam chuckled. Sam’s mother stepped in after noticing the shock. Instead of the destroyed garments, she gave them gift cards in an envelope. She was responding to the disrespect in this way.
His mother reprimanded Sam and Berta, teaching them a valuable lesson in decency and thoughtfulness. My soiled jumpsuit served as a visual reminder of how careless behavior can be as Dean and I departed, transforming a carefree celebration into a meaningful life lesson.
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