The tamest and classiest of proms..
I accidently fell asleep while one of nielrian's podfics was playing in the background. Not that I think her podfics are boring, because they're anything but and I never fly anywhere without her entire library on my phone, but obviously her voice does things to me that sleeping pills do not. It was an interesting experience. I had weird dreams wherein Glee characters took me bowling, Chris Colfer thought my pronounciation of haute couture was lacking in sass and Darren Criss sprayed me liberally with perfume.
I blame this flu, it's making me crazy. One week on and I still feel like lying in bed all day. God damn, Last Friday Night. Never again.
Last Last Friday Night, on the other hand, I would happily do again.
Last Friday Lisa and I were lucky enough to score tickets to the most fashionable party of all parties; the Lady Petrova Prom for Melbourne Fashion Week. We planned outfits a week in advance, because this was a golden opportunity to erase fashion mistakes made in 2006. Granted, I didn’t wear anything atrociously disgusting for my Year 12 formal, I don’t think I could have found a more cliché Prom dress. Our planned outfits got thrown out the window when we went shopping for tops on Thursday night. Like every other time we’ve ever gone shopping for specific things, we got horribly distracted and left with two potential dresses each for the Lady Petrova Prom.
We left Forever New with similar white lace dresses because we’d come to some sort of unspoken agreement that matching for this event would be an awesome idea. Then we thought we’d browse through Sportsgirl. Browsing turned to falling in love with the red lace dress, which turned into fighting over who should get to own it, which turned into agreeing we’d both buy it, which turned into LET’S BOTH WEAR IT AT THE SAME TIME. Along the way I managed to chat up a stylist, who has since emailed me with something along the lines of tell me what you like and I will pull a whole lot of shit for you to play dress-up with and you don’t have to buy anything, but I think we both know me well enough to know that I will probably drop my entire savings account. I’ll save for New York later..
Then I hung both dresses up opposite my bed and couldn’t sleep properly because I kept thinking that they were screaming PICK ME PICK ME.
In the end, both Lisa and I went with the red dress, simply because it’s so much fun to wear. Walking to and from the event, people (ie. Perverted men) kept staring at us and I felt like yelling, “We are not a package deal. This is not a pick one up get the other for free scenario.”
Turns out there was another girl at the Lady Petrova Prom who wore the exact same dress. I felt really awful for her because at least Lisa and I had planned this. I’ve since found out that this girl was actually Gaby, the designer behind Hopeless Lingerie, who I’ve only been stalking for about two years. I’ve since left her a very public Facebook message wherein I make up for all the verbal gushing I didn’t do on the night. Oh God, I need to be saving money, not enquiring about bespoke services.
I don’t remember much of the party because I think I got high from the smoke machine. All I know was that there was a lot of dancing to TLC and other amazing 90s artists who I cannot remember. I hope there’s another prom next year, because unless I get married, that white dress is never getting worn.
I blame this flu, it's making me crazy. One week on and I still feel like lying in bed all day. God damn, Last Friday Night. Never again.
Last Last Friday Night, on the other hand, I would happily do again.
Last Friday Lisa and I were lucky enough to score tickets to the most fashionable party of all parties; the Lady Petrova Prom for Melbourne Fashion Week. We planned outfits a week in advance, because this was a golden opportunity to erase fashion mistakes made in 2006. Granted, I didn’t wear anything atrociously disgusting for my Year 12 formal, I don’t think I could have found a more cliché Prom dress. Our planned outfits got thrown out the window when we went shopping for tops on Thursday night. Like every other time we’ve ever gone shopping for specific things, we got horribly distracted and left with two potential dresses each for the Lady Petrova Prom.
We left Forever New with similar white lace dresses because we’d come to some sort of unspoken agreement that matching for this event would be an awesome idea. Then we thought we’d browse through Sportsgirl. Browsing turned to falling in love with the red lace dress, which turned into fighting over who should get to own it, which turned into agreeing we’d both buy it, which turned into LET’S BOTH WEAR IT AT THE SAME TIME. Along the way I managed to chat up a stylist, who has since emailed me with something along the lines of tell me what you like and I will pull a whole lot of shit for you to play dress-up with and you don’t have to buy anything, but I think we both know me well enough to know that I will probably drop my entire savings account. I’ll save for New York later..
Then I hung both dresses up opposite my bed and couldn’t sleep properly because I kept thinking that they were screaming PICK ME PICK ME.
In the end, both Lisa and I went with the red dress, simply because it’s so much fun to wear. Walking to and from the event, people (ie. Perverted men) kept staring at us and I felt like yelling, “We are not a package deal. This is not a pick one up get the other for free scenario.”
Turns out there was another girl at the Lady Petrova Prom who wore the exact same dress. I felt really awful for her because at least Lisa and I had planned this. I’ve since found out that this girl was actually Gaby, the designer behind Hopeless Lingerie, who I’ve only been stalking for about two years. I’ve since left her a very public Facebook message wherein I make up for all the verbal gushing I didn’t do on the night. Oh God, I need to be saving money, not enquiring about bespoke services.
I don’t remember much of the party because I think I got high from the smoke machine. All I know was that there was a lot of dancing to TLC and other amazing 90s artists who I cannot remember. I hope there’s another prom next year, because unless I get married, that white dress is never getting worn.