Evolution of the Prom Dress

Like the other umpteen people, I had a wedding this Memorial Day weekend. Not just any wedding, a big Italian wedding with close to 200 guests. It was in Pittsburgh, which was even more exciting because it is a place I have never been. The city of bridges. The city of hills and valleys and great places to eat and drink. The wedding was on a boat that cruised the three rivers that lined the city. A beautiful backdrop to a beautiful wedding. Congrats Paloma and Mark! The floating party was also hosting a prom for a local high school the day before my cousins wedding. 

So first, I must divulge into my experience at the hotel, where tons of high schoolers were lining up for corny prom pictures, with an array of prom dresses that were horrendous. I mean, seriously, did I look like that when I went to prom? It was like a smorgasbord of prom dress styles from the last few decades. It ranged from the 90's style dress, either velvet or nylon, usually in a solid color and of course the draped scarf to match. Some of them looked like a bedazzler threw up on them. Then there was the new millennium dresses that were a ball gown style that bunched up like Bell from Beauty and the Beast, and usually they were in a bright color with jewels all over, maybe even a long train in the back. Then there was the 2006-2010 style dresses, which was the thing when I was in high school. They were way more riskay, with cut outs and an abnormal amount of sequins. It was either strapless or a halter, with some form of sparkle near the chest. The material was either similar to silk or chiffon-like. I had it all. In fact, I included all of the pictures I found with the many different style prom dresses I have had.

First is my senior prom dress in 2008, probably the worst choice I made. This over priced, Vegas showgirl dress had jewels everywhere, with the hip cutouts and deep V neckline. My mom hated it. It was the first dress I purchased with my hard earned tips from my part time job at Dunkin' Donuts. I thought I was the shit. And duh, I did the infamous mirror selfie, before selfies were even a thing. 

Next is my Christmas Ball in 2007, where I borrowed my older sisters senior prom dress. This was one of my favorites, because it was subtle and classy, the one thing my mom always wanted to pass down to her daughters was class. It was a gathered chiffon dress with a deep V neckline and a broach, very tasteful if you ask me. Me and my Italian Guido date stole the show (thanks Mike), especially since he is my best friend Joe's older brother. I went to a prom with a popular boy, only because I am close with his family. I thought I was SO cool. 

And finally was my Christmas Ball in 2007. This dress was very tasteful, in a neutral beige color with, you guessed it, bedazzles everywhere. This was the year that me and the homecoming queen wore the same dress. It sucked, walking into the dance with my ego through the roof because my dress was on point, come to find out the most popular girl of the senior class was wearing it too. Whatever, I wore it better. Jeez, these pictures are bringing me back. Glad I could share these goodies with you readers. Eat them up. 

The trend was to wear slimming, form fitting dresses, no more poofy dresses, no way. You couldn't be caught dead in something that you couldn't comfortably Pop Lock and Drop in. Duh.  And now there is the new style dress, a style that I will never understand. Walking into the hotel to check in after a long day of traveling, all I could see were neon colors and sparkles everywhere. It was as if all the style dresses over the years had a mutated baby that multiplied and took over all high school proms. I would have taken a picture, but I felt a little bad putting these girls on blast on my blog because years from now, they will have plenty of pictures to remind them how bad their dress decisions were. It was more than just the colors, the fabrics used where unknown to man kind. One girl looked like the swamp thing. It was the most unflattering shade of green, with seaweed looking details that just rounded out the look. Old Gregg in the building, for real. My dad pointed out a candy-apple-red ball gown with a feather boa sash...I wish I was kidding. But hey, every high school class has their thing, but unfortunately, it was the worst I have ever seen. They can come to that consensus when they are my age. 

I'm not sure if it was the age group, or the location of the prom, but these dresses were definitely one-of-a kind. I guess history does repeat itself, because these dresses were a hybrid of the last 20 plus years. Prom was the most exciting thing I did at that age, so whatever dress makes you happy, go for it. Regardless, it is an experience you will look back and laugh at, at some point in your life. For me, this is that moment. 

A Proper Introduction

A proper introduction is in order because without it, I am just another blogger in a giant haystack with thousands of super pointy needles that are in the blogosphere. How can you expect to relate to a blogger if you don't know them, but not just the surface pros and cons, I mean the embarrassing, stupid mannerisms and "Valley Girl" speech that I can't happen to kick as a habit. So where do I begin?

I've just recently gotten used to the way I was made fun of or innocently teased from my friends, and more my family, for my not-so-intelligent actions. At some point over the past year, I learned to embrace all of my imperfections, and I am not afraid to admit any of them. I am going to put myself on blast, and I am kinda excited too? Is that weird?

  • My room is usually covered with my clothes that I tore out of my closest when  figuring out what to wear
  • I despise washing my hair, so I only do it once a week, maybe more. It looks shitty the first two days after being washed, and I don't want anymore bad hair days
  • I don't know how to loop, swoop and pull. I have always used the bunny ears method 
  • I have watched every single Real Housewives Season, for all seven cities
  • I talk in a NeNe Leakes accent most of the day...and it is becoming a problem
  • I think I look in the mirror too much, maybe because I'm fussy with my hair #curlyhairproblems
  • I am a "LoFi" habitual user on Instagram
  • I have a Justin Bieber Pandora station...that I should probably delete
  • I can sing all of the lyrics to R.Kelly's Trapped in The Closet series...all chapters
  • I still get lost in Providence, and it's a tiny city. Did I mention I've lived here my whole life?
  • I can be a hypocrite
  • I can be a super bitch, most female Italians are
  • I have a handful of people who don't like me...like girls from my high school and old coworkers but guess who's laughing? I am starting my career I got with my degree from college and I make more money at my new job. I'm running to the bank, sweetie. I'm cashing trump checks. Whoosh. (see, way to much NeNe Leakes voice overs) 
  • I bought jeans that were already ripped
  • My twin sister is smarter than me
  • I sleep with a nightlight and stuffed animals
  • I haven't watched the Godfather movies from start to finish
  • I have an Anita Road street sign that I.....acquired
  • I hate getting interrupted
  • My head is abnormally big, in fact, I can't fit into most hats 
  • It takes me multiple tries to properly type the word "definitely" 
  • I talk in way too many random voices

I'd like to stop the list and elaborate on the random voices comment because it truly is weird. Depending on my mood, I will adopt an attitude on a specific housewife, like most recently NeNe Leakes. But she isn't the only one. Oh hell-to-the-no. I've been Teresa Guidice at a Sunday dinner table when I got super pissed at what my sister said to me. I probably tried flipping the table but I am to much of a sissy. I can be a pretentious New England-er similarly to Heather Dubrow...and do it with class. I can be gone-with-the-wind fabulous like Kenya Moore, even though she annoys the shit out of me. Plus, I like to twirl out of a room too. And I am about to say this with the most shame, I can be straight dumb like Alexis Bellino. Don't judge me. But I am not the only one, my twin sister is right there along with me as we feed into each others craziness. If anything, I speak in these voices mostly with her. I can't forget to mention all of our stuffed animal personalities and our cranky baby voice we do when we both get fussy (ask both of our boyfriends). We are way to similar sometimes. Check out this oldie (my twin is on the left and I am on the right), and how about those knit sweaters?

So there you have it. I have listed most of my quirky, not-so-flattering personality traits and flaws so maybe now you can understand my sense of humor a little more. No shame, I can own my actions, and hopefully you wonderful readers can relate to my playful perspective on life, ya heard? A little Anita will spice up any party.

New and Improved Anita

I'm a terrible person. 

I haven't posted in a few weeks and I am sorry. I know you probably read these "I'm sorry I am busy and haven't posted blog posts" but what can I say, a lot is happening in my life.

In addition to ending the Paleo diet (which I also haven't posted about like I said I would), I got a big girl job as a News Reporter for a southern Rhode Island newspaper. I did it Ma! Your daughter is an official journalist. Maybe not a highly paid one but I have to start somewhere, right? I am preparing for my cousins wedding that will be in Pittsburgh that I will be blogging about because lets face it, there is nothing worse then getting your shit together for an out-of-state wedding, well at least for your procrastinating, dysfunctional traveling average girl. 

While I am ending my internship at the local magazines in my state, I am thankful for the opportunity as without it, I probably wouldn't have landed this job. It can only get better from here and I am anxious to see where I will end up a year from now. A lot has happened for me and my career so hopefully you will see my name on the front page of The Boston Globe or maybe even on any of the Hearst Corporation publications, specifically Cosmopolitan Magazine (which is my dream).

The more I read blogs and get sucked into the blogosphere for what seems to be hours, I find inspiration from other bloggers who are doing really well, and by the looks of it, they know what the hell they are doing. Heck, I am just trying to get readers and possibly people to join my site so I can get more of a following.(::hint hint: share my blog to friends :::) Most recently, I have been getting a lot of inspiration from The Daily Tay, a really great blog with a funny and witty Chicago comedian who writes about everything from blogging tips to her birthday extravaganzas. Regardless of the content, it is always a good read and a motivational one at that. Hopefully I can get as successful as her! I would definitely check her out. 

Lets recap the last few weeks I haven't posted.
  • I am done dieting, although I am continuing to eat meals that are "Paleo influenced"
  • I got a job as a News Reporter for a southern Rhode Island newspaper
  • My career is kicking off and I'm stoked to see where it will go
  • I am trying to become a better blogger (and picture taker) so I can establish myself as a writer and maybe inspire others to create a blog, which was the best thing I could have done.
  • Find other blogs you love reading, because it will only help you succeed.
  • And lastly, share my blog to your friends and fellow bloggers. I am excited to hear from all of you!

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