Wednesday, March 14, 2007
It's My Party...
So it's my 25th birthday this Sunday and I'm gearing up for some serious feting and debauchery, as one must when one turns a quarter of a century old. (Gulp.) But the big question remains...what does one wear to such an occasion??
Well to be honest, I already have the dress. A hot pink Christopher Kane number (not pictured) shipped straight from Ikram boutique in Chicago for which I had to give up my first born (well, not really but you get the point.) The dress is so short, so bright and so tight it’s pretty much the equivalent to 90s Versace on acid. Also, please understand my usual wardrobe consists of quiet empire waists and bohemian baby dolls so needless to say I'm a bit daunted to take my scuba suit out for a test drive.
Still, I’m obsessed. Why? Because we all have a boldly sexy Alaia girl within us (I think) and after months of being shrouded by bubble, boat and balloon silhouettes I’m ready to strip my layers for something tight….really tight. And the fact that my boyfriend loves it (shocker) doesn’t hurt either.
But all this party prepping has got me thinking about what dresses I could be wearing to my next fete. FYI, dress shopping = snowball effect. Well, I’ve already found my man. Giambattista Valli is by far the most exciting pick. His frocks are fresh, young and intoxicatingly beautiful. I’m simply drooling over every piece in the collection!
Final Word: I may have to wait to splurge on my next party dress…otherwise I’ll be all dressed up with nowhere to go. But as a confessed shopaholic, that definitely would not be the first time…