My family isn’t very rich, so I could never afford the fancy (boring) Abercrombie clothes that everyone else had. However, I could afford to buy A LOT at the thrift store, and luckily there was a thrift superstore not too far away. Which would explain this…All of those dresses there are actually mine. I played dress up with my “Sax Kittens” for a jazz band concert once (yes, I am a loser). The sequin dress had a very baffling train of gold lamé that extended off the waist…it was a little too Supremes for my tastes so I took it off. I think I might have to bring that baby back, what do you think?
In high school, my friends and I liked to throw an annual “Fake Prom,” complete with photo backdrops and secret make out sessions. It began because we weren’t allowed to go to “real prom,” but we enjoyed dressing up so much that we just kept doing it. I believe at this point I was dating a really great guy who was really into video games, and I wanted to look like Princess Peach for him. Also, he dyed that dress pink.
HAHAHAHAHA. WTF was wrong with me. This was my costume senior year, which I decided to do that day. I was a smurf, in case you can’t tell. It was all fun and games at the Halloween party, but when we went out to dinner later I was rather embarrassed by the other customers whistling the the Smurf theme song. How dare they judge me based on the color of my skin?
I found an 80’s tastic dress at the thrift store…and proceeded to cut it up and pin it back together for my birthday party. I don’t know how to sew, this thing still has all the safety pins in it. I believe that the train of my gold sequined dress ended up being the belt on this.
I realize that this post was incredibly self-indulgent and narcissistic, but you’d do it too if you were supposed to be writing a paper when all you want to do is lay around and play The Sims.