if i were to talk to my high school self about the shitty jersey tube mini dress she wore to senior prom, i'd tell her i made this drapey jersey maxi dress for 5 dollars.
she would know that all she needed was a hot iron and an eye for organic placement (read: cocktail) to bling it up.
and stink eye, you must have stink eye. how else do you expect to keep those randy boys in their place.
you could go the demure route. young high school oona certainly did, as cocktails were not an option.
i'd tell her: if you ain't got it in the front, party in the back. (and no, young oona, they won't be growing much more.)
and i'd DEFINITELY tell her don't sleep on the 2 dollar a yard bolt found at international silks and woolens, even when the uninspiring shoplady opens said bolt to reveal an oblong hole cut smack out of the middle of it. because, young high school oona, when you take that jersey home, you'll find it's actually a tube, and the oblong hole makes a perfect drapedrape neckline to step right into. and of course you bought a sheet of iron on studs from fabric planet to play with. because you're smart and pretty and amazing, young high school oona, and one day you will rule the world.
(or you'll get tipsy on the regular and post stuff on a fun little blog too early and totally gum up the works. hey by the way GOOGLE READER SUCKS. my updated promaballoona got bumped to the back of the line. you could say it was my own damn drunken fault, but i prolly wouldn't listen to you. check out the new details, including incriminating photographic evidence of ruggy.)
what would you tell your prom (or formal, or grad...) age self?