You might remember this post where I shared several poorly-lit photos (taken in a hotel room mirror) the night Mike and I attended a American Cancer Society event. Luckily, there was an official photographer at the event, snapping photos of couples as they entered the ballroom. Despite the fact that they made you pose with two costumed performers from the evening's Cirque de Soleil-themed entertainment, I was looking forward to seeing the full-length photos of us, all fancied up for the evening.
Needless to say, I wasn't expecting this:
Never mind that the photographer poorly cropped us at the knees, eliminating the best part of my outfit - um, my fabulous RED SHOES! And never mind that the inappropriate placement of the white gazing ball makes the girl on the right look like she's blowing up a balloon with her butt.
What's really disturbing to me is the hand gesture of the girl on the left. Apparently she missed her true calling to be one of Barker's Beauties on The Price Is Right, because she really has a flair for showing off the goods.
Awwwwwwwkward.
But if nothing else, the above photo can serve to prove that our fashion sense has improved greatly over the years. And I seem to have overcome my addiction to the mini-barrel curling iron:
Little did I know that one iridescent green tafetta dress would be so invaluable in providing comic relief in my adult years. You're welcome.
