Off Like a Prom Dress

Photos kindly taken by Elizabeth

What I wore: 

Dress: Vintage/ Dear Golden

Belt: J.Crew outlet

Heels: Seychelles

Necklace: Yard sale
Petticoat: Vintage

I wore this to relive prom in Texas!

Prom, without the raging hormones and with better clothes? Bring it on. If there's one thing I'm completely OK with, it's an excuse to get fancy. So, when I found out that TXSC would have a prom this year, I immediately knew what I'd wear, excited to actually have the chance to get dressed up in one of my absolute favorite dresses. This vintage dress is like a neon shot in the arm. It's awesome.

If you want to be technical about it, this was my fourth prom. And, not surprisingly, the best. The last time I waltzed into prom, I was on the arm of my friend Steph, wearing bright red bondage pants, a thrifted blazer, Ramones tee-shirt, and -- to my teenage dismay -- heels (they wouldn't let me in wearing the black Converse I so carefully selected for the event). Needless to say, this time around I had a lot more fun. And by fun, I mean I danced until I hurt myself. Jen and I were even nominated for 'Best Pals'...and won! Take that, high school.

(I love these ladies)

So, totally dropped the ball on posting my talk last week. I'm on it, promise.

Wedding Bells

In this outfit:

Dress: Dear Golden Vintage ($125)
Petticoat: altered vintage ($10)
Tap shorts (similar) c/o Ruche
Heels: Seychelles (bought on super sale from work but still available here)
Belt: J.Crew outlet ($24)

Where I wore it: To my oldest friend's wedding!

When we first began planning our trip home, one thing we knew was exactly which date we would be planning around: July 20th, the date of my oldest friend's wedding. Let me tell you, I love weddings, and when I found out Spring was engaged, I was over the moon! She and I have been friends since before we were born, our mothers met in Lamaze class, and the rest is history.

A fancy occasion called for a fancy dress, something that- surprisingly- I felt my closet to be lacking. I have plenty of slightly dressier dresses, and honestly I probably could have found something to wear (let's not kid ourselves) but when I spied this neon 60's dress in the Dear Golden shop, I snatched it up. I fell in love with the psychedelic print- which reminds me of vintage surf movies- and love how it contrasts with the lady-like silhouette, plus it's light and airy and perfect for dancing. And let me tell you, I'm a dancer. By that, I don't mean that I took dance lessons- I'm a ballet drop-out- what I mean is: I freaking love to dance. Is there music, preferably the kind your parents like? Is there space to twirl and wave my arms around? Good, that's all I need. Also, these shoes: I lasted all night in them, which is unprecedented.

It was great to be up in Belfast again, one of my favorite parts of Maine that I rarely get to visit. Chris and I stayed in a motel, and wandered around the village for awhile the next morning, before heading back towards Portland. I was hoping to find the carved pilings from the last time I was there, but no such luck, the tide was up and my memory of where they actually were was fuzzy. The last time I was in Belfast, I was an admissions counselor, which feels like a million years ago. It's crazy how much life can change in three years.