How to Dress Like a Bachelorette

I just got back from Nashville where I attended Betsy's bachelorette party. It was tons of fun, totally inappropriate, and at times, a little hazy. The pictures are hilarious so I thought I would share.

Every good bachelorette party includes humiliating attire for the bride-to-be...Betsy had a sash of some sort, a veil with flashing penises and a headband with glittery gold penises. The bride is then aloud to wear something slutty to offset the ridiculous outfit.

Now the actual attendees of the bachelorette party can wear whatever they want. We chose sleeveless dresses even though it was 25 degrees and snowing. We had priorities people and free drinks were number one. And yes those are penis straws.

We did brings jackets with us...as you can see here while we pose with the fake Elvis who looked a little like the King crossed with Bob Barker. The Elvis statue then fell on top of us...all the while it was still snowing and still 25 degrees.

This is where we run into a bachelor party from Atlanta. Notice that the groom-to-be (the one smiling) is not forced to wear anything embarrassing...or stupid...or disgusting. These particular gentlemen were wearing cowboy hats which we promptly stole and as you see below, made our own.

In true fashion, the party ended with Betsy passing out on the bar, all of us getting kicked out of the establishment, Betsy throwing up in the Doubletree parking lot and the security guard dragging her upstairs to her room. At least she looked cute doing it!

Leave My Shoes A Message

I am officially ready for Spring. Why, you ask? Because....

I want to wear my new shoes dammit!! Now usually when I buy shoes, I think about the outfits I already own that I could possibly wear said shoes with. This time however, I bought the shoes and then...a new wardrobe that could coordinate with them. I believe that these Gianni Bini 4 1/2 inch heels will be incredibly painful...but I will cherish them nonetheless because every time I look down at my feet I will be happy.

As Carrie Bradshaw says.... "The fact is, sometimes it's hard to walk in a single woman's shoes. That's why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun."

I don't necessarily think it's hard to walk in a single woman's shoes...I know that I definitely have more fun than any of my married friends and as a bonus, I don't have some man questioning my exorbitant purchases. I post this quote only because it justifies my spending.

Anyway...due to my shopping priorities, I have realized that shoes are more important to me than the clothes I wear. I have also realized that by the time I'm 40, I probably won't be able to use my feet.

Quantitative Method for Cleansing the Closet

Well I did some shopping last weekend and then came home to realize that there was no more physical space available in my closet. So this morning I did a little purging which I found to be a very difficult process. How do you know what to hold on to and what to get rid of? What if one day I really need that dress I bought for $10 at a NY street fair and then I can't find it because I donated it to the Salvation Army? Throwing away (or donating) my clothes is very hard for me. I can look at every item in my closet and remember when I bought it, why I bought it and what significant event I wore it to. That's the point of clothes right? Well besides the whole warmth/modesty/protection thing. Therefore I had to develop a quantitative method for cleaning out my closet. I chose to ask myself three questions in order to decide if I could actually get rid of something...

1. How many times have I worn this?
2. When was the last time I wore it?
3. In what instance would I wear this again?

For example....I found a black dress hanging at the very back of my closet. It qualified as cute and you can never have too many black dresses but I decided to use my method. The answers to my 3 questions were as follows:

1. Once...that I know of.
2. Homecoming, 10th grade. (That was 8 years ago.)
3. In all likelihood, I have grown since the 10th grade and would not fit in the dress. Also, as much as dress-makers enjoy polyester, the smell of it makes me gag.
Therefore the dress ends up in the donate pile that Doris was kind enough to guard for me.

In typical male fashion, Steve was extremely bored with the cleansing process and chose to sleep his way through it. Anyway, it took two hours and alot of deep thought but I managed to clear enough space for the new stuff. I only filled one trash bag with clothes but I guess that's better than nothing. I have decided to keep that trash bag under my bed and if within the next month I find myself searching for something that I had decided to donate, I will hang it back in the closet. Yes, it's stupid for clothes to be so important but honestly, I'm a materialistic 23 year old girl who works in the fashion industry and talks to her cats....clothes are my comfort.

This picture has nothing to do with my closet but aren't they cute???