Well, well, it was the big Homecoming shindig for the Teen Scene this weekend. Oh my. Drama, hairspray, sequins... What more could you ask for?
What is so great about my boys, is how I can just throw some clothing at them, they shrug, put it on, and five minutes later are ready to walk out the door. There have been a few exceptions to this, revolving mainly around hair issues (another day, another post), but for the most part, they are quite simple. Then there are the girls they like to hang around with. Ah, the girls...
Hours upon hours later, the girls are all beautified-- flat-ironed or diffused, shimmery make up clumsily applied, mildly inappropriate dresses donned.
So this year, the little posse met up before dinner so the parents could document the hormonal frenzy. Mine did not have a date, so he enjoyed dinner with the gang, and then went to a friend's for a sleepover, opting out of the sweaty nightmare they call the dance. Last year's "festivities" with psycho-girlfriend-from-Hell (think Fatal Attraction, but brunette) was probably still vividly imprinted on his brain.
Anyway, my husband captured this photo of one of my son's gal pals that made me smile. I don't know if she bandaged her heels as a prophylactic measure, anticipating a full night of dancing, or if she was already suffering from some catastrophic heel disorder. I imagine it was the former, which is so sweet. A 14 year old tomboy, looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her, in heels higher than she had ever worn before, excited for her first Homecoming dance. She probably had a whole headful of ideas of how the evening would unfold.
Come to find out, she didn't have a very good time (something about a boy, of course), which is too bad because she is a doll with a big heart. Maybe next year...
Now go check out all the wonderfully wordful photos listed over at Angie's place.