We bee bopped the night away at the PCP’s school sock hop! Mother helped me throw this ensemble together at the eleventh hour, repurposing my Mickey costume from a few years back, and I headed out with my favorite greasers.
Seeing as candy cigs are so hard to come by these days, we substituted conversation hearts in the littles’ shirt sleeves. I love that when told to “act like you’re from the 1950’s” the littles’ simultaneously and instantaneously struck this strange pose. Apparently the PCP thinks the men of that era were quite grumpy. (And Honey too based on his mug above.)
Up at the school we dined on The Varsity, sipped on Coke floats and danced, hula hooped and limboed the night away.