|Betsey Johnson dress; Silence and Noise blazer; Classiques Entier heels; random carnation from the cabin guy|
The last cruise ship formal night I attended was in 2003, and it was on the Disney Cruise to the Bahamas. My mom picked out my outfit. It was a pink taffeta dress with rhinestone spaghetti straps, and if you know anything about me as a twelve year old, you are shocked to learn this. Pink was not my jam. Dresses were not my jam. What is taffeta?
No you may not see a picture, I shredded them ALL.
Fast forward eight years: ruffles, and mesh, and a complimentary boutonniere on the lapel of my boxy silk blazer. Still a little pink, but in a much more manageable and less itchy capacity.