I'm about to type something wild. Something crazy. Something I never thought my fingers would tap out on this trusty keyboard. In short, something retarded (<---link to thought-provoking article alert!). Ready? (I'm not.) I went to Georgetown last night and had fun! WHAT?! I know! It's absolutely insane! It's nuts! But it's the truth.
But lest we think I completely lost my mind and GOP'd my way into The Rookery, I assure you I didn't trek out there for no good reason. In fact, I went out there for the only reasonable cause that could draw my lazy ass that far west -- the Goodwill Fashion Show.
The event took place at the lovely French Embassy, where after a bus ride and a short cab ride, I arrived to be greeted by the two things I like most in the world -- baguettes and a heavy reliance on nuclear energy! Just kidding, France! You work that nuclear cycle OUT, girl! No, my two favorite things are free booze and vintage clothing.
Touted as the "Rodeo Drive of Washington, DC," Goodwill put on one hell of a good fashion show. For instance...THIS. DRESS. (I jacked the photos from one of my new favorite blogs The President Wears Prada, who by the way, has a nice recap and tons more good photos over on her site.)
Yeah. That sh*t is TIGHT. From what I was hearing after the show that dress was by far the most coveted piece of the night and with a price tag of $15.98 (um, seriously), I'm surprised people didn't start breaking champagne glasses and knife-fighting over it. While I would have LOVED to own this handmade beaded wonder (really, it is a wonder to see it up close), I'm glad to at least know the resourceful woman who nabbed it first -- Maria of Righteous(re)Style. (So, when can I borrow it?)
I didn't leave empty-handed, however. (I never do.) I coughed up $16 of my own to scoop up a very 3.1 Philip Lim-esque long-sleeved, navy blue belted dress with a pretty sweet pleated neckline. Did I mention it has pockets?! Yeah. Not a bad buy for under 20 bones, I must say.
Other highlights: Learning from Morgan of Pandahead that the new magazine is set to come out the end of September; experiencing a rather wacky cab ride home with the very stylish women of Listopad and our med school driver, Dilbert, whose off-color jokes about traumatic injury kept us entertained; and, of course, meeting Em, the the Goodwill Fashionista herself, who I might add knows how to apply a smokin' smokey eye. (I, on the other hand, somehow always end up looking like a crack whore in the rain when I break out the black eyeliner.)
And because I haven't talked about myself nearly enough in this post that's about the real good other people do, let's turn to a little of my own outfit amour-propre, shall we? Well, you don't have a choice...not sure why I asked...
Anyway, I didn't snap a photo of my outfit from last night because I'm an imbecile, but I can tell you it consisted of a pleated black chiffon sleevless halter blouse tucked into tight pants (surprise...) and a whole slew of vintage accessories. Yeah, that outfit wasn't bad. The point is, I recently got back into tucking my shirts into my pants a la Napolean Dynamite, which, is exactly what I'm doing again today, but minus the fancy accessories. So unfancy is my choice today, in fact, that I think I look like I just stepped out of the ladies section of a 1983 issue of the Sears catalogue. The outfit is a bit retro, but mainly I'm referring to the retardulous pose and idiotic facial expression. The only thing missing is some sort of barn or tractor in the background. I can't shake those damn Midwestern roots...
Shirt and tank -- Urban Outfitters; Jeans -- Goldsign; Belt -- Calvin Klein; Boots -- Penny Loves Kenny.