My freshman year of high school, I was not really plugged into what one was supposed to wear to a homecoming dance. So, my mom took me to some store inside Laurel Mall and I picked out a plaid skirt and a black wool cardigan that had trim to match the skirt. When I arrived at the school, I soon realized that my chosen outfit did not align with the general understanding of "semi-formal." So, I spent most of the evening sitting at a hidden table just outside of the cafeteria with my friend who also had dressed much more casually than most of our peers.
You could argue that my friend and I could have been more confident and walked into the cafeteria to enjoy that dance no matter what we were wearing. And, your point would be a valid one. I would hope my own daughter would have marched onto that tiled floor, started dancing to "Miss You Much" by Janet Jackson, and within a half hour have everyone there convinced that they should have worn a cardigan. But, my friend and I were very shy fourteen-year-old girls who had taken a big swing and miss at our first major social event for high school We chose to lick our adolescent wounds in the shadows while others slow danced to Roxette's "Listen to Your Heart."
The following year, surprisingly undeterred, I asked my mom to take me shopping for homecoming again. This time, I picked out a black velvet number that I knew would make me blend in more on that cafeteria dance floor. And even though it cost more than any any dress worn by a sophomore in high school should, my mom bought it for me. This was unusual, as my mother was not one to encourage spending a lot of money on clothes or other such things. But she must have realized that the dress had more of a meaning for me.
I loved that dress. After stopping with my girlfriends for Frostys at Wendy's, as pictured below, we headed to school and enjoyed Homecoming 1990. I stayed in the cafeteria the whole time. I remember doing the Electric Slide and dancing with a senior to "Humpty Dance."
An interesting twist, though, is I never really cared about having a fancy dress again. My junior year, my friends and I opted to dress up in togas and go bowling on homecoming instead of going to the dance. I don't remember what I did senior year. Perhaps another member of the ERHS Class of 1993 can remind me. As for senior prom, I went my junior year because my boyfriend at the time was a senior and my senior year I went with a friend and we hung out in a big group the whole night, Both times, I wore lovely dresses sewn by my mom. Maybe I grew more confident in myself and with my friends and didn't need that expensive black velvet dress anymore.