The little black dress

The little black dress. Ooolala. Sounds so romantic, doesn’t it? The little black dress. It’s supposed to be for those serious dates (don’t ask me what I serious date is, though, because I have noo idea.) or for a night on the town. The little black dress is supposed to look good on anyone. Make anyone curvy, mysterious, attractive.

Um . . . right?

So where can I get the one that makes me curvy, mysterious, and attractive?

I have two black dresses. And the only thing they have in common, aside from being black, is that I’ve never worn either in public. And so far, neither dress can achieve the three quotas of the perfect LBD, but they get close.

I bought this one three years ago. That’s three. Uno, dos, tres. Three years ago for a dance that ended up being cancelled, and I’ve never worn it in public. I’m sure you can see why. It isn’t exactly something you can wear to school, or church for that matter. And you’d think after three years (and three inch high heels) I’d finally be tall enough for it. I don’t know if you can tell by the picture, but the train drags on the floor. If I back up, I step on it. Cool looking? Yes. Klutz proof? Noooooo. I tripped so many times, I had to scoop up the train in one hand just to walk across my room and turn on the stereo. Not exactly safe for a night on the town.

Since I have dark hair, I have to be careful when I wear dark colors or else I look Gothic, and that’s not really my style. And this dress straddles the Gothic/elegance line. It’s really pretty on top. You can’t tell from the picture (sorry, I’ve been using my phone. I can’t find the cord for my camera), but the bust is sprinkled with sequins, then there’s black ribbon underneath the sequined part with a bow in the middle. But then there’s the long train part that’s just there, like something out of “The Munsters”. Did someone get carried away?

A while ago on Yahoo! news, there was an article on how Vanessa Hudgens was so creative because she took a pair of scissors and cut her dress exactly like mine; short on the inside with a long covering type thing over it. It became a fashion hit (apparently. I honestly didn’t read anything more about it afterwards). But I thought that it only comes to show, “everything’s already been said once.” In a depressing way, that means no one’s original. But anyway, back to the dress, I’m just not loving it, even if it was a fashion hit back, who-know’s-when. (Is it still popular?)

Anyway, LBD #2.

Quite the difference, ain’t it? After seeing my first dress, this one looks boring, poor thing. But the material is amazing.

Closer look so you can kind of see
the black, flowery design

I don’t know what the material is made out of (and I’m too lazy to get up and check), but it’s very thick, and there’s a lot of it. I think it’s three layers; an under layer, a solid black, and then a gossamer type with a black floral design on it.

This one’s definitely elegant and very modest; not to mention, comfortable. The first dress is made of this very thin, silky-type material that almost sticks to you, showing off even the curves you don’t want to show off. But this one drapes across your body and is more flattering I think. (And I got this one at the thrift store for two dollars, if memory serves me correctly.)

But which is right for a night on the town?

I’m thinking dress #1 works for a kind of cocktail party event and dress #2 for a classy dinner. But can either of them pass for the perfect LBD? I’ll leave it up to you.

Wearing A Leotard To Church

How do you get a leotard and a dress and make an outfit?

Layers! Hip hip? Hurray! I’m a fond believer of layers. (Something my mom doesn’t appreciate, since it means double the load of laundry. . *cough*) But you can do anything with layers. Observe.

I’ve had this leotard since I was eight. Eight. That’s eight years ago. . and I still fit in it. Is being petite a blessing or a curse?

Something about fashion that I don’t think people realize is that you have to know your body. God made everyone different. (I say that like you haven’t heard it before.) So since everyone’s different, don’t shut your eyes and buy an outfit because it looks good on the mannequin.

There’s a great big chance that it won’t look good on you.

No, that’s not a harsh statement. It’s honest. Don’t cheat yourself. Try things on, stand in front of a mirror. And open your eyes.

I’ll use myself as an example. I’m petite, right? Which means my legs are short, and I don’t have much of a chest. . or much of anything for that matter. And that’s okay. See where I’m going with this? Find what you have to work with, and work with it. Fashion is supposed to be unique. That’s why God gave you a unique body, so you don’t cheat and use someone else’s fashion. Which doesn’t always work. Like I said, it might look good on them, but it might not look good on you. Plain and simple. But it’s still not the end of the world.
Okay, sorry. Got carried away. Back to my outfit from today.

Throughout the week, my usual theme of clothing choice is basically a pair of jeans and a shirt. So I like to dress up for Sunday morning service. A girl likes to look nice every now and then.

Excuse the messy room. . .
I started off by wearing my leotard under the dress (a hand-me-down). It looked good – on the top half. But the dress was too short. I don’t go for the night-gown/T-shirt-dress look. Especially for church.
Praise God for nylons
I’ve found that wearing leggings or colored nylons distracts from the fact that a dress is short. It’s also more modest-looking than going bear legged. Not to mention, it gives you a little more coverage to keep you warm from the cold. And if that’s not enough! Nylons generally go up to your belly button, which helps kind of smooth out any extra belly you may have.
I have gray and black colored nylons. Gray would’ve looked nice with the navy blue dress anyway. But there would be too many colors when added with the black leo underneath. So I chose black. Like I said, everyone has their own style and opinions. Mine is to try to keep it all in the same color scheme. The black nylons matched the black leo.
I hit a problem at one point.
The tear
One of the corners of my dress was ripping away from the seams. I’ve been meaning to fix that. But instead I got a safety pin (everyone’s best friend), and after noticing that it looks REALLY tacky to have the safety pin in plain sight (I want people to be surprised when I tell them my outfits are second hand. Not go, “ohhh. That explains it.”), I poked the safety pin out, from inside the leo and pinched the dress together on the outside so that only a little of the metal was showing, and it was all held in place.
The fix. Pretty good, eh?
 To get my hair out of the way while I pinned, I tied it in a high bun. Which – surprisingly – look pretty good, so I just left it, grabbed my coat and gloves (99 cents store), and was ready for church.
Cool gloves
Final product

Harvest Festival Costumes

It seems only appropriate that my first post is posted the day after Halloween. Since this is a fashion-type blog and all.
So, I might as well start with my costume.

See how slimming high rising pants are?
I bet you wanna go out and buy yourself
a pair now.

Now, I want you to know that this costume was put together within a forty-eight hour time period. . And I honestly wasn’t happy with it. I originally wanted to be a rock star: skinny jeans, big hair, raccoon eyes, red lips, black nails. I never look like that. I never wear skinny jeans, or makeup, or nail polish, and I sometimes forget to brush my hair, let alone style it. So I thought this could be my one night of non-me-ness.
When my parents got a whiff of what my costume looked like, however, plans changed . . . I guess I looked more like a bad girl/prostitute than a regular rock star. And since it was a church event. And since I didn’t want the pastor to witness to me. I changed costumes.
Wandering through the costume isle in Walmart, someone in my family – I forget who; it happened so fast – found an Ash Catchum costume (from Pokemon. Forgive me, poke-fans, if I spell his name wrong). Then, we stumbled over Pikachu. Within five minutes (miraculous, considering it was a Walmart mess), we had found my older brother an Ash costume, and my little brother a Pikachu suit.

“Too bad there isn’t a Misty costume.” My little brother commented.

I’m telling you, if light bulb ideas could be manifested like in the cartoons, customers would’ve mistaken that isle for the lamp section. All four members in my family seemed to have the same thought.

Misty wears high (to the bellybutton, I mean) jean shorts that are rolled up, a yellow tank top, red suspenders, has a little backpack, and carries around a Pokemon called Togapi.

Good news: I had the red suspenders already.
More good news: Nah, that was about it.
I don’t wear shorty shorts. So I didn’t have any; what a shock. And I didn’t have a yellow tank top either. Neither did Walmart apparently. So the first place we hit was a thrift store. (At least, I think we did. It’s all kind of a blur.)

I do remember a time where I was getting frustrated and wanted to toss the whole thing. We would never find the right outfit. Tank tops were out of season. It takes forever to find jeans that fit me. Bla-bla-bla. Luckily, I snapped out of it before the first thrift store. It was the self-satisfying thought of sacrificing for my brothers brought me to reality. So I got to work.
To the shock of this poor father and daughter, I lunged (most literally) for the first pair of jean shorts I saw and ripped them off the hanger. But it was in vain. Men’s shorts (not that that’ll stop me), but I could fit two of me and a friend in there, and that wasn’t the look I was going for.

 I went through the jeans isle. At least what I thought it was. Then I found I was in girls. (No wonder they were skinny.) Then I was in boys. (No wonder they were baggy.) Where the heck were the shorts? I thought I found them, but it was just mini skirt after mini skirt. I think it was my mom who found the shorts I ended up getting. And without trying them on (a recipe for disaster in my experience), I got those and a sweater/pull-on yellow vest type thing. It could go for a tank top. So far, I was off to a good start. If these worked, all I needed was Togapi.

That dumb doll. Let me tell you. It took hours of walking around the mall to conclude that it wasn’t anywhere near the mall. We tried Target, K-mart, thrift stores, WinCo. I spent a morning researching online. I tried toy store after toy store. Amazon and Ebay kept coming up. But I needed it here and now. We looked in the toy section, dog toy section, the pillow section, the bed sheets section (thinking I could find an outline and stuff it). But nothing.

I ended up going to the Harvest Festival with a pokeball. But I did find a backpack kind of like the one Misty has.

The shorts gave me a scare. I almost couldn’t button them. X”-) But I sucked it in. Personally, I like pants that are high. I think they smooth out any muffin tops. So I loved these shorts. I think they stretched a little during the night so I was able to breathe eventually, and it all worked out. I probably looked better then I would in the rock star outfit anyway.
So the trio of us walked in, ready to win our candy: Ash Catchum, Pikachu, and me, Misty.

Pikachu with mask. And note my red hair
Pikachu without mask. My mom did the makeup.