Ok American Idol contestants, I have one minor request. Please please please do not sing Patsy Cline. There are so many songs out there for you to butcher, why must you choose my favorite song of all time and turn it into a karaoke performance full of cracked vocals and awkward dancing? "Walkin' After Midnight" should only be sung by Patsy Cline...or by me...while standing on the vacuum cleaner and singing into the handle.
And please hire a better stylist...it's 80 degrees in CA and the singers are wearing puffy jackets, hoody sweatshirts and tons of layers. Maybe the layers plus the lights are making these poor people so sweaty and anxious that they burst spontaneously into a Patsy Cline rendition that is not only painful, but uncomplimentary to her memory. Hands off bitches....go sing some Carrie Underwood.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Fancy Pants
Why do we feel the need to buy new clothes for special events? This was a topic of discussion this week because Betsy's wedding was on Saturday night and no one but Betsy herself and her lovely bridesmaids actually knew what they were going to wear. Every lunch conversation centered around silhouettes, fabric, shoes and purses....which is honestly like any other day...minus the boy talk. I actually bought 2 dresses for the event and then decided against both of them and borrowed a dress from a friend. So why all the drama for one night?
I propose that memories are tied up in the clothes we wear. I could have worn any of the 25 cocktail dresses in my closet but those all have their own memories attached to them. Creating new memories in a brand new fancy dress just seems more fun; it's like a clean slate with no overlapping of the past. It's fun to look through my closet as a sort of photo album and remember that my green dress was for Cody and Laura's cocktail party and my purple dress was for Paul and Katie's wedding....unfortunately for this event, I won't be able to look back on my dress since I borrowed it from my very pregnant friend. The sad thing about this is that I think it's my most favorite dress I've ever worn because... 1.) it was adorable and 2.) it was such a fun night.
But at least we have pictures..........
Behold my new favorite dress. And no...I am not commenting on the boy in the picture BUT if anyone can tell me where they've seen him before, I will give you a cookie because it's a very funny story.
I propose that memories are tied up in the clothes we wear. I could have worn any of the 25 cocktail dresses in my closet but those all have their own memories attached to them. Creating new memories in a brand new fancy dress just seems more fun; it's like a clean slate with no overlapping of the past. It's fun to look through my closet as a sort of photo album and remember that my green dress was for Cody and Laura's cocktail party and my purple dress was for Paul and Katie's wedding....unfortunately for this event, I won't be able to look back on my dress since I borrowed it from my very pregnant friend. The sad thing about this is that I think it's my most favorite dress I've ever worn because... 1.) it was adorable and 2.) it was such a fun night.
But at least we have pictures..........
Behold my new favorite dress. And no...I am not commenting on the boy in the picture BUT if anyone can tell me where they've seen him before, I will give you a cookie because it's a very funny story.
The bride looked gorgeous and I loved her dress almost as much as mine...
I would personally like to know who invented bridesmaids dresses, why they did so, and what made them think that yellow and polyester made a good combination.
Finally, we all know that the only good thing about a wedding is the open bar...which we indulged in...alot.
Fun times in fun clothes....that's the only way to live.
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