Ok, not the floral one I’m so elegantly sporting in the pic above (but that can be arranged too since it still fits) but the spicy black number my mom is rocking. Hard.
Those that know me know I’ve been obsessed with this dress since the day it fatefully entered into our lives, and I’m getting the feeling (mostly because I don’t want to go shopping) that it needs to come out of retirement Dec. 4.
But I do need a little coaxing, because this dress…it’s a lot of look. The last time I tried to pull it off was when I was invited to my cousin Matt’s graduation dinner at West Point. I was promptly disinvited until I could find something more appropriate to wear. To say I was disappointed would be grossly understated.
I don’t know why the dress is so offensive. It’s just a mix of sequins, mock turtleneck and cutout shoulders. Nothing about that screams fashion emergency to me (sidenote: everyone needs to watch The Fashion Show on Bravo because Iman is ahhhh-mazing). I love me a sequin (may I submit into evidence photographs one and two). I could live without a mock turtleneck, but the wedding is in December and something is going to have to keep me warm if I’m going to have bare shoulders. I mean, it’s purely a functional fashion choice.
Things that I’m going to need to pull this off: grey ankle boots, which I have and am in love with, a Corinne Bailey Rae updo, and possibly my leather motorcycle jacket. Oh my god, it’s 1993 all over again.
So start the bidding – all I need is for someone to dare me, and you’ll probably want to, because my second choice is a black, backless satin halter jumpsuit.