sweet sixteen

A couple weeks ago, my friend's daughter, had a sweet 16 birthday party.

This is what I wore. 

My friend, & her daughter.
I didn't take this photo.
 I stole it off her facebook.

My blouse is thrifted.

One layer of cake was Italian white wedding cake,
or some weird name like that.
The other layer was yellow cake.
Yes I sampled them both, & they were good.
No, I didn't  take this photo either.

My purse is thrifted.

This photo too, was stolen off facebook.

The earrings I wore, were made by my mom,
when she visited Texas, a few years ago.

I'm so NOT 16, anymore.

Close up print of blouse.

 Once upon a time, I was 16. My best friend bought me a bouquet of balloons.

 Have I told you this story before? 
I can't remember. I haven't been 16 for a long time, & I forget things.

Close up of the boots. 

The balloon bouquet my friend bought, my 16 year old self, was so big I couldn't stuff it in my locker.

I was so embarrassed because I had to carry my balloon bouquet from class to class. There was this big heart shaped one that said "Sweet Sixteen" on it. Everybody, including the teachers, had to make some comment about sweet sixteen & never been kissed.

I was blushing red the whole day, from being teased. 

I actually took this photo.

 Then during lunch my friends surprised me by taking me to a pizza place. My mom had ordered & paid for the pizza. No, my mom wasn't there.
That was a very thoughtful thing for her to do. I still have the paper place mat.


I also still remember one of the girls saying
"Why aren't there any guys here?" 

Let's just say I was kind of intimidating, 
especially to boys that liked me. I wasn't very nice.
How do I know this? I've reread my high school journals. It's funny how we think we remember something one way, then we learn we might have been wrong, or perhaps mistaken. 
Not that I ever am.  ;)