For Reasons I never understood, our school didn't have a formal Homecoming Dance. Instead our fall formal happened later in the fall was called Star Gazer's Ball.



Side note: Check out my dress. Even in high school I was totally into vintage glamour. When the kids recieved a bag of old clothes from my grandma Peggy to be used for dress-ups, I found this gem in there and immediately saved it so I could wear it sometime. So here I am, 17 years old, wearing a dress that was probably 30 years old at that time which had been worn by my grandmother. This wasn't the first time I'd done the "retro" dress up thing. Earlier that same summer I'd worn a cocktail dress given to me by my great-aunt to her son's wedding. I'd say I've grown out of this phase, but I haven't. Not so long ago I found a pink wool hat at an antique shop in Pueblo, Co that just screamed Grace Kelly. And since I happen to own a pink cashmere dress coat, I had to buy it!

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