What is this madness?
Seriously, what is that completely bizarre outfit I’m wearing up there (for Saturday’s day trip with the family)?
I’ll tell you.
When Kendrick and I met, I was living in Los Angeles, and he was living in New York. And after a few weeks of flying back and forth to see each other, we decided to spend a night in Vegas.
I totally knew he was going to propose.
I know, that sounds crazy – we had been dating for all of six weeks, and neither of us had even broached the idea (obviously). He didn’t even know he was going to propose – it just happened, and we had to go buy a ring at a pawn shop the next day. And it’s not like people go around proposing to me as a matter of course, so there wasn’t a whole lot of precedent there.
But I knew he was going to. Because we just made so much sense together.
And so I wanted to look special for our night in Vegas, and I borrowed this dress from Francesca – it was a vintage cream lace minidress with 3/4-length sleeves, and was (I thought) equal parts romantic and sexy. (I cropped that photo from the night we got engaged weirdly because Kendrick has demon-eyes in it, and as you can see the red-eye reduction tool isn’t my friend. Neither was the brownish-red hair I had at the time, but that’s another story.)
Anyway, Francesca let me keep the dress, partially because she’s really nice but also partially because the thing was disintegrating, and so in the years since I’ve always kept an eye out for something similar that I can wear more often without fear of it coming apart. And the other day, in H&M…I found it.
Except it was purple. And two sizes too small for me.
And so this is how I dealt with that. Plaid shirt over, tights under, and a healthy dose of looking-kinda-weird-and-not-really-caring.
Oh, and boots. Big, silver boots. Why not?
(I think, by the way, that this dress can be worn slightly less oddly in the summer, with a loose white button-down and metallic flats. But for now, this will do.)
And some lace dresses for you:
Product info after the jump.