Tag…I’m It!

Thanks to Natalie over at Knatolee’s World, I’ve been “tagged”—meaning:

1. Open your 1st Photo folder.
2. Scroll to the 10th photo.
3. Post the photo and the story behind it.               

4. Tag 5 or more people.

When it became obvious my old computer was on its last legs, I did a little advanced planning and copied all of my photos off the hard drive onto CDs so I wouldn’t lose them if the whole thing came crashing down. 

Now that I have a new computer (with Windows 7—hurrah!) I’ve put back just a couple of the photo folders that I took out, with most of the pics being artsy stuff I’d been saving, so there wasn’t a whole lot of personal photos to go to for this challenge.  I did manage to locate this one pic (by counting backwards to the tenth photo) in my Misc. folder. 

So here it is, folks.  Prom night 1965.

Can you believe that hair?  I have always been a short hair person (to this day), but my boyfriend at the time (later to become my Starter Husband) wanted me to grow it, so like an idiot, I did.  My sister-in-law was a cosmetologist, so she did my hair for the big night.  I think a flock of sparrows could have nested in it very comfortably.

I loved the dress (still do.)  It was very “Jackie Kennedy” in its simplicity and cut.  It was kind of a cotton pique fabric, bow at the waist in front, bateau neckline and it had two panels in the back that went from the waist to the hem, with the undersides composed of pale blue satin.  Divine…

I no longer have that dress.  (As if it’d still fit.  Two kids and gravity have taken care of that!)  I think my mother eventually gave it to a friend for her daughter to wear.  I hope she loved it as much as I did.

In this photo I’m standing in our living room in Downey, California, just before my date arrived.  He wasn’t my Starter Husband, though.  Starter had taken me to his prom the year before (he went to the other high school in town and was a year older than I) and his mother had put her foot down about him spending additional cash on another soiree.  (Or so he told me….hmmm…..maybe that was something I should have been suspicious about…haha.) 

My date was a surfer dude I had gotten to know at my school.  A nice guy named Kurt who took me to dinner at the (then) somewhat swanky restaurant at the Los Angeles International Airport in the futuristic theme building (built in 1961) that has become kind of an icon.  (I think in recent years they’ve renovated it and reopened the restaurant.)  We had a very nice time, but that was the only time we went out on a date.  After we graduated, we went our separate ways. 

The rest, as they say, is history…..

So, my turn to “tag”!  I tag:


Moe at Whatever Works

True Blue Texan

Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride

Trailer Park Refugee

9 thoughts on “Tag…I’m It!

  1. oh, my… a tag. a photo tag at that! will see what i come up with later this week…

    LOVE that prom dress! white gloves? so elegant… starter husband was obviously a screw up! look what he missed!


    • Thanks, Daisyfae! Yes, white gloves. I have another photo somewhere of me wearing them at my junior high graduation. Things were sure different then. No jeans, t-shirts or shorts at school—only skirts and dresses and NYLON STOCKINGS (panty hose not even on the radar yet.) You actually got dressed up to go shopping. Now, it’s slobville everywhere you look—visible thongs, sweatpants, and belly shirts with muffin tops. Ugh….


  2. Oh that is a fabulous photo! The glove, the hair, the dress, so perfectly sixties. Things were so much classier then, fashion-wise, not to mention interesting. I feel your pain about thongs and muffin tops and beer guts on display and everything else!

    Hmmm, I was in diapers the year you were at your prom. 😉


  3. Natalie, TTPT and I could do without that diaper comment! Ouch!

    Love the dress and it really is very Jackie Kennedy-ish. The hair… if you got through the night without toppling over backwards, you were very graceful, indeed!


  4. Natalie, I have canned goods older than you! 🙂

    Merrilymarylee, my hair really wasn’t that long, so it wasn’t heavy as I recall. I don’t know how my sister-in-law managed to get it so high and pouffed up. That was the first and last time I ever wore it that way. I hate “high maintenance” hairdos. I’m a total klutz with hair products.


  5. [I don’t know how my sister-in-law managed to get it so high and pouffed up. ]

    Tease and spray. Tease and spray. And then, tease and spray. The spray in those days was pure acrylic.

    Okay, how do I tag five other people?


    • I just picked 5 people I thought might want to participate, named them in the post and created links to their names. That way, it should show up in their blog dashboard that someone has linked to them. Or not….I’m not always sure how this stuff works. lol


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