You may or may not remember, dear readers, but tomorrow is my company's holiday par-tay. And I say par-
tay because a) I'm super hip (no I'm not) and b) there is a 99.9% chance of drunken karaoke involved. It is an unspoken understanding around these parts that when you add "drunken" to "karaoke," the par-
ty is automatically elevated to par-
tay status. Especially since there are rumors that my company's founder got up on stage and did a far-too-accurate rendition of "Insane in the Membrane" at the last party (sorry, par-
tay), I can only speculate on the kind of holiday shindig my company throws.
That being said, the attire is still "cocktail," so even for a night of booze and nerdy white guys doing angry rap covers, I'm still expected to dress nice. Which I have absolutely no problem with. If you knew me, you'd know that I am game for any excuse to buy a new dress. Examples of previous excuses include the following:
- girl's night out
- hot date
- dinner party
- it's Wednesday
- full moon expected that night
- sneezed 3 times in a row
That being said, procuring a dress for the holiday party tomorrow proved to be way more frustrating than it should ever be to buy a dress. First, I tried on a bajillion (actual figures!) dresses at Anthropologie, but because of my stump-tacular stature, they were all either too long or just hit at the wrong spots. Then I went to Nordstrom and looked at frocks there, but nothing worked out. I decided that I hate the fact that my bum is a good 2 sizes bigger than my upper body, making most dresses that didn't have an A-line cut impossible to fit into.
I finally settled on
J.Crew's Crinkle Cascade Dress, which I loved. I bought it in black plum, and found that it was brown on arrival. Sad face. So I exchanged it for black and all was well... for a while. No worries, though, I did manage to snap some pictures, which will be posted soon.
BUT THEN the news came. Our party location was being moved from a climate-controlled venue to a non-heated venue. Read: it will be way too cold for bare shoulders, especially since the venue is little more than an industrial warehouse. I freaked out a bit because the poofiness of the crinkle cascade dress doesn't really lend itself to be layered underneath anything. Or at least, it can't be layered under anything I already own without me looking like I have a really good sense of humor. So it's going back to J.Crew next week.
Luckily, White House Black Market saved me from having to arrive at the par-tay in the buff. During a frantic last-minute rush to the mall last night, I found this beauty in WHMB:

Garnet Satin Sheath Dress, White House Black Market [x] Hel-looo, dress! It fit like a dream, and the little pleats on the bodice are super flattering and make me look itty-bitty in the waist. Nice! I took my usual size 4 with no fuss. It even slipped on quite well over my bum without being clingy. There were quite a few pretty little dresses at the store, but I went with the only non-white and non-black one there, haha... I like that the red isn't of the HEY LOOKIT ME I'M WEARING RED variety, too. I'd describe it as an almost velvet-y looking shade of red in real life.
I'll be wearing sheer black tights with these layered over them to cover my little legs:

Blair Open Crochet Tights, Urban Outfitters [x]
Sorry for the lack of an OOTD today. I hit snooze too many times and rushed out the door. Siiiigh.