I loved my quinceanera, but mine wasn't big at all. All the relatives pitched in and paid for everything. They only thing my parents paid for was my dress, which my mom made. Very low key. I had 14 "damitas" who were all girl cousins aged 10 or younger. My daughter probably will not want a quince, but I will still throw her a party.
And when you are Mexican "low key" means about 150 guests. : )
The bridal shop where I picked out my wedding dress also specializes in formalwear for quinces. (I live in Albuquerque, where this is apparently a very big deal.) In the three or so hours I spent there, I got to eavesdrop on four or five quince planning parties. Every single one of them were clearly putting more thought into the dama dresses than I am into my bridesmaids' dresses; they were also having a lot more fun. I can see both the appeal and the dismay.
Preeminent in the "dismay" category is that tangerine is apparently the "it" color for dama dresses. Ladies. Three people in the world look good in tangerine. Do not do this to your friends!
I didn't have one because I hate being the center of attention, and it seemed like a big waste of money to throw a party for me if I didn't want one. So my dad decided to take us to Hawaii instead. A win-win situation.
I had one, but it was sort of last minute since my mother URGED ME to have one and I didn't want one (only child, I can see now why she wanted me to have one).
It was EXTREMELY modest - I got my dress in Mexico, my cousin was my chambelan, everyone wore Wranglers and ropers, we ate, drank out of kegs and bottles, and ate menudo at my house afterwards.
I will always think fondly of that moment - I had just turned 15 and the man who ended up being my first love told me that he fell in love with me that night. :-)
Growing up in Texas, I knew one or two girls who did the quinceanera thing. I was hormonal, moody, sad and convinced I was ugly at 15. I can't imagine the pressure of a big-ass party on top of all that. And the mother who wants to know her daughter was "still pure" creeps me out a little. Would she feel that away about her 15-year-old son?
I was also sweet 16 and never been kissed, by the by. Turning 16 is grossly overrated-it's not sweet, especially, except that you can get a license (although those laws are changing). It's just another year as a teenager.
I will still probably get this issue if I can find it, though, as Texas Monthly is a pretty cool magazine overall.
@mepo: Yikes, really? That's an event that you KNOW is supposed to be only about religion. I can see having a nice brunch afterward, but a rented Hummer? WTF? I suspect that really does make the baby Jesus cry.
Although all the expense seems crazy, it somehow makes more sense to me that a fifteen-year-old would want a poufy princess dress and a tiara and a bunch of attendants all dressed exactly alike than a grown woman wanting all that stuff. So: quinceanera, 1; big spendy wedding, 0.
@TwoScoops: Totally agree. It's age appropriate for a fifteen year old to be self-centered and obsessed with "her big day" and being a princess*. A 27 year old? Not so much.
*None of the quince's I've ever known have acted like brats. They were all grateful and happy.
i didn't have a quinceanara, but i was in one. let me share the awesomeness.
totally dated the quince's main chambelan (she was cool with it, they were just friends), which resulted a few months later in a my first sexual experience. my parents were unhappy.
we wore white dresses with pink rosettes on the back. some of the mothers were unhappy with how low they were cute. they were cut "so low" i could wear a normal bra.
we danced. my partner and i tripped.
we toasted. i spilled the red punch all over the dama standing next to me. did i mention the WHITE dresses?
Yay a Texas Monthly shout-out! This magazine has some of the best-written, best-researched, most thoughtful articles out there. I picked up a copy in an airport b/c T.Boone was on the cover and I wanted to figure out wtf his energy plan really WAS, and I got super hooked.
Man, I wish I had one! But alas, as a black girl growing up in a white neighborhood in a suburb of Seattle, it was not to be. On to the wedding! (groom not required)
I was in two of my friends' quinceneras. They were cousins; one had a modest party paid for with money set aside by her dead grandmother; the other (who had hers a year later and was technically a sweet sixteen with quincenera trappings)had hers paid for by the other set of grandparents, and was quite a lavish event. There was only a little drama, but both events were an experience. The first girl took the religious elements MUCH more seriously (well, her mother did), going so far as to actually pledge her virginity to Mary during the Mass. Even at 14, I was a little disturbed, and I was a Catholic virgin too!
I have to admit to being a little jealous at the time because I wasn't Hispanic and didn't get a quincenera of my own, but they were both fun parties and I'm glad I got to experience it from the sidelines.
@Eilonwy (of the brunette hair): going so far as to actually pledge her virginity to Mary during the Mass. Even at 14, I was a little disturbed, and I was a Catholic virgin too!
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And when you are Mexican "low key" means about 150 guests. : )
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Preeminent in the "dismay" category is that tangerine is apparently the "it" color for dama dresses. Ladies. Three people in the world look good in tangerine. Do not do this to your friends!
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It was EXTREMELY modest - I got my dress in Mexico, my cousin was my chambelan, everyone wore Wranglers and ropers, we ate, drank out of kegs and bottles, and ate menudo at my house afterwards.
I will always think fondly of that moment - I had just turned 15 and the man who ended up being my first love told me that he fell in love with me that night. :-)
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I was also sweet 16 and never been kissed, by the by. Turning 16 is grossly overrated-it's not sweet, especially, except that you can get a license (although those laws are changing). It's just another year as a teenager.
I will still probably get this issue if I can find it, though, as Texas Monthly is a pretty cool magazine overall.
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*None of the quince's I've ever known have acted like brats. They were all grateful and happy.
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totally dated the quince's main chambelan (she was cool with it, they were just friends), which resulted a few months later in a my first sexual experience. my parents were unhappy.
we wore white dresses with pink rosettes on the back. some of the mothers were unhappy with how low they were cute. they were cut "so low" i could wear a normal bra.
we danced. my partner and i tripped.
we toasted. i spilled the red punch all over the dama standing next to me. did i mention the WHITE dresses?
oh and the best part - FROG THEME.
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AVE MARIA PURISIMA
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On to the wedding! (groom not required)
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I have to admit to being a little jealous at the time because I wasn't Hispanic and didn't get a quincenera of my own, but they were both fun parties and I'm glad I got to experience it from the sidelines.
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all I can say is, Holy Shit