I spent most of last Thursday, Friday and Saturday designing corsages and boutonnieres for the prom-attending upperclassmen of my alma mater, with mild to moderate heart palpitations at the realization that my own senior prom was ten years ago.
See those cute kids up there? In high school, I had an after school and summer job at a private preschool working with 2-6 year olds. {I also spent a lot of time in tanning beds.} Those same kids have poured into our shop over the last several weeks ordering prom flowers because they’re in high school now. And as if that isn’t depressing enough, none of them had a clue that the lady at the flower shop is the same girl who rubbed their backs at nap time, chased them around the playground, and babysat them on the weekends. Wahhh…
It feels like just yesterday that I was cruising around in my white ’97 Jeep Cherokee with the windows down — cranked by hand, mind you — listening to Incubus, The Get Up Kids, and the Dixie Chicks and spending my entire [tiny] paycheck on clothes, eyebrow waxes, tanning salons, and mani/pedis. Now I’m thinking about my 10 year reunion. What the what?!
What do you think?