Should it be this easy to be tacky?

Last night was Bay Area Young Life's Annual Tacky Prom... probably my last one (whew!) and it 'ain't that hard for me to be tacky. Sadly. I mean, hello, I already own a hair crimper, tons of bright neon-colored makeup and jewelry, gallons of glitter… its almost like I am made to be tacky. What? Hmmm... maybe I should think about that last statement. Anywho, I did have to go shopping with one of my girls at a thrift store for a perfect outfit but I won’t lie – I hate going to thrift stores. They are so dirty and smelly. And have icky old clothes. Ugggggh. I am such a big girly baby but whatever that’s who I am. Yeah I don’t do vintage... only fake vintage… like the vintage clothes made freshly new from the factory but have been purposely faded or crinkled or whatever to look vintage but then put out on new clothes store shelves. Okay so I would wear real vintage Chanel couture or Tiffany & Co. jewelry but let’s be honest that’s not what we are referring to. That said, I did buy a dress - if you can call it that - from the thrift store and it was more like a silver metallic moo-moo spectaculousness. Serious moo-moo and dang tacky. Belt it with some bright gold and you got some ugly. I think I outdid myself this year. Like yes you’re supposed to be tacky… but I had kids and such looking at me with weird faces exclaiming “wow that’s tacky”. Yeah it is. Point. Hello! Ugly or not, I enjoyed hanging out and dancing with my kids and wearing bright purple makeup. Duh.