I um, so.
As much as it’s possible, I blame 1982. Let’s keep in mind that this is only two years before Orwell’s 1984 was to have taken place, and I’m certain he did not envision our terrifying, futuristic world involving prom dresses made from bedspreads or lapels adorned in brown velvet. Alongside a wall of stone (real?) and plants and a mini-golf-course-looking pool? Pond?
Where is this prom taking place? Why are we invoking prairie clothes?
And, look. I’m not here to be mean. I know as well as anyone what it takes to find fancy clothes to fit a non-sized-six body. But I AM here to point out the ridiculousness that is promwear from the ages, and this bedspread-with-sash is not okay. No. Nor is her hairstyle, which is tragic.
AND, as a recovering member myself, I’m guessing this couple was very active in the drama club.