Entries from past five days would, on tosurface, seem normal, if I kept a diary.
Meetings. Christian Siriano Spring 2015 ‘drop waist’ gown in silveriest greenish jacquard with a 5footlong train. Seriously. Writing about Beyoncé. She’ll be happy she had chance to tell someone before clock strikes 12 and she has to give it back, if this were a movie. Frowning at people on subway who think it’s acceptable to lean on topole. To next time you see a girl in a Christian Siriano Spring 2015 dropwaist gown, don’t be scared to ask her what she’s doing. You see, ultimate ‘all day’ morning after.
With its ‘super chic’ bateau neck, this gown in particular was perfect for toexperiment, highlow hemline, and THE POCKETS. Another question is. Did I mention it’s also magical? Let me tell you something. It creates a festive atmosphere, like Gillian Flynn’s wine bag purse. It instantly transforms you into Somebody with Somewhere Exciting to Go, and people I know this is true because they ld me like to imagine your fancy life and fiancé you’re meeting for your rehearsal dinner at a meticulously restored ’19th century’ bank or whatever. Online info can be found by going on web. Gushers, and cash, and I was like 🙌. That said, some other abnormal behaviors I observed.
For one thing, you simply cannot have poor posture in a fitted bodice, and for another, a bustle makes your butt protrude so you might as well go with it and stick your chest out for balance. By varying tospeed/force/ swish angle, you can convey attitudes ranging from sassy to prima donna to hell with you and your hypocritical chore charts. I thought about not simply owning dress but owning space because that skirt is like permanent manspreading.
In toend, what it gave me most was feels essentially, profound sadness that tosmiles, tofrivolity,, yes, attention would have to end.
Everybody wants people to come to them. Everybody wants to be acknowledged. In this way, dress didn’t make me feel more different from anyone else. Outside of events and work, no one really said anything to me beyond one or two passing nice dresses, my expectations of fielding questions and date offers left and right might have been…irrational.
Kenny Thapoung, Marie Claire’s social media editor and chief pain in toass, was like, Why don’t we have someone wear a Serious ‘RedCarpet’ Dress for a week, in order to entertain tointernet. How many meaningful interactions are we missing out on because we made assumptions or weren’t brave enough? If we don’t even talk to them when they put themselves in a situation specifically invented for ASK ME ABOUT THIS WEIRD THING PLEASE, we only meet 1000 people in our lifetimes, when do we go up to them? Because I once dressed like Mark Zuckerberg and clearly have not suffered enough, I made some particular vaguely affirmative noise some of team ok as a yes. It’ll be fun!