Alright, alright. None of this is thrifted. None of it is home-related.
Let’s face it: it’s winter, it’s cold, there’s no spray painting or house decorating going on in this apartment and it’s becoming hard for me to blog about anything having to do with decor. Hell, I wrote about old-school bowling and alley traipsing at ReadyMade this week! Nothing even resembling home & garden. It’s a winter rut, sue me.
So, this is what this is: me doing my best Clueless impersonation– but instead of Polaroids for my outfits, I’m using my Nikon and making The Mister pose, too. We have a wedding to go to in Boston this weekend. A wedding for two of our most favorite people on the entire planet, so I’m super excited. Only there’s the clothing issue. The photos you see above are what I most likely will be wearing if you don’t castigate me for doing so in the comments. I tried on my tried-and-true little black dress and… no. It’s too big. And it’s too, ahem, sexy for a Sunday afternoon Catholic wedding if I may say so myself. Not that I’m calling myself sexy, cause that’s not what’s going on here. I just think it’s a little too short for the priests. I went to Catholic schools. I know they would frown upon my LBD.
The vintage blue dress I was planning on pairing with black tights if the LBD didn’t work out is also too big.
But this little Forever 21 number from 2009 is not. It fits well; pairs okay with black tights and a sweater for covering up my new, under-construction tattoo (her name is Doris, after my Grandma. What, you don’t name your tattoos?).
Tell the truth? Can I wear this to the wedding? Do you like all the ruffles? Does the dress really go with the black tights and sweater? Is it screaming too-summery?
I trust you not to have me in the streets looking crazy. Off to pack. I’m back in PJs, long socks and house shoes now.