My daughters are alot like me. ha ha.
They also, are nothing like me.
We spent a good 2 hours getting my oldest daughter ready for the dance last Friday. I say we, but it was all me. We started with her hair. I got out my trusty hair rollers from the top shelf of the closet and she about freaked when she saw them.
her: "What the heck are those?"
me: "they look old but they'll give your hair great curls."
her: "OMGness Mom this isn't the 80's!"
After about 3 more freakouts about my ability to do her hair we finally finished and she loved it.
If my husband wasn't convinced someone was going to see a picture on here and want to come attack us, I'd have some great pictures to show.
Her makeup didn't take as long, but somewhere around eye shadow, I asked what the final plan for the evening was.
She said they were all meeting at 5 and then going bowling.
How had I missed that plan?
This was Homecoming. Pictures, a nice dinner somewhere fancy, and off to the dance........
Apparently I'm from the 80"s.
She was so excited. Fancy dresses and bowling shoes. What could be more fun?
This is something I would have never done. It just doesn't make sense.
After I stopped freaking out, I started laughing.
This was so my daughter.
And her pictures she captured from the whole night?
Who knew, fancy dresses and bowling shoes went so well together.