Considering it has been 4 and a half years since I worked there (I just have to add one day to Molly's age in order to figure out how long I've been gone), I wasn't sure if it would be weird or awkward. But, Cory and I both worked at PlattForm, and we still know people who currently work there. So, we thought it would be fun to get a chance to catch up with some of those people. Cory's company doesn't have a big holiday party, so there was no competition there. Plus, it was free food and drink, so you know Cory was on board.
Now, because my current job involves changing diapers and finding lost blankies, I don't get a whole lot of chances to get all gussied up. Every once in a while, it's nice to put on some heels and sparkly jewelry. And, there was the added bonus of the party having a theme. Vintage. I could totally roll with that. I love me some vintage style. Not that I wear it on a regular basis. I am definitely not hipster enough to do that. But, give me the right opportunity, and I am all about it.
Luckily, I had a connection. But, it's a secret connection. So, I can't tell you where I got to borrow my gorgeous dress from. But, it is truly vintage. 1958 Dior. Yes, you read that right. Amy got to wear a designer dress. Considering The Gap is about as designer as my everyday wardrobe gets, this was pure heaven. And, don't worry, I avoided the red wine and marina sauce. There was no way I was going to risk spilling anything red on the cream silk.
|Cory went for the Mad Men vibe with a skinny tie. And, yes, that is a hat on me. I LOVED it.|
|Catching up with some former co-workers. So fun.|
|The dress even came with a matching velvet coat. Just gorgeous.|
So, I got to dress up in a bee-yu-tiful dress, and mix and mingle with adults in a ballroom-like setting. It was fun and despite my initial misgivings about being "vintage," I truly enjoyed embodying the style of the 50s.
If only I hadn't had that ill-advised cosmo between two glasses of wine, and therefore ended up with a massive hangover the next day, the night would have been pure perfection. Of course, that was kind of vintage college behavior, so it was actually pretty appropriate, right?