What a week for fashion!
I am exhausted just thinking about it.
From 4, ok maybe 7 new dresses, (all of course thrifted) to new shoes (how could I resist? I mean I am almost to 100 pairs), to fashion shows for your family and friends, (why would they not like it, it is a free show) to even day tripping to the Big Apple. Fashion Week in Norwood?
Nope just a normal weekend for me, with of course the little gift from the School Dept of 2 extra days off, in a row (wow mind blown I know) for Thanksgiving.
Now Thanksgiving is one of my least favorite holidays. I am not quite sure why and people tell me all the time that I am crazy for not liking this Holiday. They tell me “Loren it is a day to eat however much you want, (please I do that daily), there are delicious pies overtaking the counter space, you get to spend time with family, blah blah blah.”
To me, the only good thing about Thanksgiving, besides winning at Scrabble (sorry mom but Quib is just not a word), is that it is officially Christmas time! If you remember how I excited I get for fall, multiply that excitement by 100!
Christmas time is by far the most magical time of the year.
I don’t have to feel bad anymore that my apartment has already been decorated for 2 weeks, or that peppermint hot chocolate with a little shot of Bailey’s (are you really surprised?) is my drink of choice, or that my wrapping skills will never match those of Martha Stewart.(I have accepted the fact that wrapping will never be my forte. Family and friends have gotten used to brown bags with a stick on bow, or presents wrapped in newspaper or not even wrapped at all.)
People can put all of their pre-Christmas judgements aside, and they can enjoy the festivities. They can have fun baking, ( yes I made sure to add sugar this time instead of salt) they ca enjoy decorating (which if I must say, mine is always up to par) and of course they can shop for the latest fashion trends (duh like that wasn’t obvious).
Things fall into place like a big giant puzzle…
…A puzzle that might take a few days, or a whole weekend to finish. A puzzle, that if you were like me and had Thursday off, started on Wednesday night and didn’t get finished until Sunday morning.
To start this puzzle off, let me tell you that yes I did realize that Wednesday night is the biggest drinking night of the year. Honestly though it is not my scene. Bars are always too crowded, drinks to expensive and people to stupid.
So this year instead of joining in on the typical lets -get -wasted -with- high- school “friends”- whom -you -haven’t- seen- since- last -Thanksgiving tradition, I started a new tradition.
A tradition of a girl’s only sleepover with dancing, mud masks, matching onesies and wine! (Classy, inexpensive and totally fun all without dealing with the bars and the high school reunions.)
**Disclaimer** The matching onesies definitely counted as fashion, but I will say it was not by any means my most fashionable moment.
Although the stripes on the onesies did little justice for any of us, they were matching (cue instagram pictures) and warm; the mud masks made us look like cannibals from the Pirates movies, but made our faces ridiculously soft and 5 years younger; the dance moves were almost ready for their own Vegas shows (move over J. Lo and Brit) and the wine was most definitely flowing!
Is this a scene from Clueless?
12 am crept up on the clock and the wine had starting to kick in. We started the night like a 90’s movie so why not end it like a 90‘s movie?
With brains groggy, stomachs full of wine and all our dance moves tired out, we curled up on the couch all under 1 blanket, christmas lights glowing, fire-breathing life into the room, and The Princess Bride playing on the TV while we all drifted off….
…drifted off until it was morning on Thanksgiving Thursday and thus brought us closer to adding another piece to the puzzle….
…..a puzzle piece that was yes, a new outfit, better of course than the onesies.
After my shower was done and I had scooped a few handfuls of Kettle Corn Popcorn, 5 different dresses littered my floor, I had 2 different shoes on my feet and I still hadn’t found the perfect outfit to wear. One dress was too tight, the other too long, the next my shoes didn’t match….the list goes on and on.
The towel I was wearing was starting to look like a great option.
I was just to the point where I was contemplating just showing up to Thanksgiving dinner naked, when finally, FINALLY, a dress that I must have missed when pillaging my closet, stuck out. It was a simple grey turtleneck, no sleeve dress that I had gotten years ago. A dress that I had worn during the summer and had never even contemplated wearing during the winter.
By itself I would have frozen (no sleeves, duh) but paired with my white, chunky Target Sweater (free because it was a gift), black and gold moon and stars tights, my Trench Coat from Savers, (no not Inspector Gadget today- $9.99) and my black biker boots (From Wet Seal on sale, $5.00) it made for the perfect end of fall outfit.
It was also loose enough so that if I were to hypothetically eat a few pies, yes pies not slices, I would still be able to breathe.
Accessories were kept simple; plaid scrunchy on the wrist (of course, keeping with the 90’s trend) and a dark Vintage Lip from NYX. (Later I did change outfits and I was very excited because my plaid scrunchy matched my plaid jacket, which was just the ice cream on top of the pie.)
Simple, even though it took me almost an hour to finally pick out, easy to wear and yes breathable for those extra pies you may or may not consume. (Seriously not judging)
Sadly due to the fact that my butt has definitely gone numb, the lunch crew is starting to set up at the cafe I am at, I have actual errands to run before I have to go back to work, and I am pretty sure my meter was up an hour ago, my puzzle for now will have to go unfinished,
I will continue to fill in pieces of the puzzle, like my fabulous trip to NY and a fun Sunday Brunch with the hubby, on Wednesday.
Keep it Grand and Secondhand and remember when you have a great outfit even the Holiday you hate the most becomes a great day.