Happy Monday everyone! I’m so happy to be back after a wonderful week of rest and relaxation – and I’m incredibly grateful to Maggie and Melanie for holding down the fort while I was away! First things first, we’re starting the week off with our Monday summer contest series with Moontree Letterpress! In case you missed it the first time, here’s a bit of background on the contest and how to enter. The winner with the best six word story will receive 50 personalized letterpress notecards! This week’s theme is “Prom Night” – feel free to leave multiple comments/entries, and don’t be afraid to get creative!
You’ll have until 11:59 p.m. EST on Tuesday to leave your entry in the comments below, then Rebecca will announce the winner on her blog on Wednesday! And just in case you need some inspiration, you can check out these six word autobiographies. Bonne chance!
Photo Credit: Moontree Letterpress
Taffeta dress, dyed shoes, no date.
bronchitis then breakup, last prom ever.
Last slow dance: our first kiss.
Why’d I say no to her?
Nervous dancer. Bathroom stalls are small.
Went as group. Left as couples.
The after-party is my life.
Seems important until it is over.
Skinny dipping erases hours of primping.
give it up, prom date
First dance with my future husband.
Here’s the crown! Where’s the Queen?
Driving mom’s minivan, pizza to go!
Oh What a Night of Sparkles
Ruffles. Hairspray. Glitz. Glamour. Romance? Nah.
stars shine. chandelier sparkles. tears glisten.
All the anticipation left me disappointed.
I will marry my Prom King.
stretch limo, vintage dress, first kiss.
start of something better
Not quite like in the movies
danced while worrying if armpits stunk
My dress torn. How dare she?
Feeling the groove! Chaperoning is fun!
Embarrassed, she ignored her dancing mother.
Looking back, big hair isn’t better.
Now I know he was gay. 🙂
And we danced like nobody’s business.
We danced; time couldn’t catch us.
Timberlake thumped, time goes in reverse.
Best night of my life – yet.
From girl to woman via dancefloor.
Where did you get your dress?!
Prom Queen. Dancing Queen. His Queen.
Happily married to my prom date.
Nine months later, beautiful baby girl
dress looked much better on Cinderella!
Prom sucked. After party? Best ever!
Never got to go; future chaperone!
“The Prom Queen is…” breaks hearts.
Boyfriend’s car broke… had to drive!
What’s that girl wearing? Midriff baring?!?!
Great excuse to get dolled up.
Future fiance. Bow tie. I knew.
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