Which treats of YA authors sharing the Great and Awkward of their teenage years.
Today I’m delighted to have another guest post! Last week we saw C. J. Omololu, goth-girl pioneer, on the cusp of becoming a bass guitarist. Sort of. This week I give you the sweet and sassy Brodi Ashton. She is a fellow Upstart Crow, and Ted person. Her blog is a must-read–so funny–and surely gives a taste of the wit in her books, which are paranormal YA. And speaking of paranormal….
Here’s what Brodi has to say about getting ready for a dance her sophomore year:
Mama always told me, “Brodi, honey, if you wanna catch yourself a great man, you gotta make a great entrance.” Just kidding. She never said anything like that. But that’s what this picture makes me think.
Here, my friend Cherie (in the black) and I are practicing our graceful “walk down the stairs” and nothing says class at these moments like a chandelier with plastic garland hanging off of it. As for my hair, lemme explain.
In my day:
- You could never have enough bangs.
- If your bangs could move of their own volition, you didn’t put enough hairspray on them.
- Puffy sleeves were in. I swear!
Up close, you can see the detail on my Victorian Frock. I can imagine my mom seeing it in the store, and thinking to herself, “With that neck so high and tight, and that hem that hits her ankles, it’s practically it’s own chastity belt. No boy will want her after this.”
In case you’re curious, yes, I did peg my hems. I could peg anything in those days.
Frankly, Brodi, I’m glad our moms didn’t shop together. However, I think we shared the same hairspray fairy back then. And, despite all this, you are still cute as a button. Thanks so much for participating this Sunday! (I will see you on the Scrabble board, lady.)
And remember, if you are a YA author and want to do a guest post here at Sparks and Butterflies (And how could you not?), please contact me at jody.mugele(at)gmail.com. It’s more fun than church.