I Genuinely Speak here. Her dress was hootchie. I'm old for saying that. And I'm OK with that...
...because I understand. My first prom dress resembled a giant, pale-pink stuffed animal, culminating into a fluffy head constructed of a fabric rose on the left shoulder. The next year I opted for a sexier, blacker, silvery-teal number. I was over the "wear a teddy bear costume to a school dance" look. So I get it.
She looked beautiful anyway. Despite the eye rolls I kept receiving for muttering, "Pull it down!"
It's worse than herding cats. There is never a good photo of everyone looking in the same direction. Never. It is impossible. And that's a fact.
And if you think dropping the group down to just the very mature, refined young ladies will help, the answer is an emphatic "no."
Sometimes two is the perfect number.
These three together will never make it on a runway.
For some bizarre reason, they love coming up with fascinating ways to make themselves look ridiculous. Yes! Let's gaze into the overcast sky!GANGSTA!
Uh oh. The mama's whipping out the middle name. Time to behave and give her a good photo.
Best friends rock.
I love you, Hootchie Girls!