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How to dress for a summer wedding

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When you get an invitation to a friend’s wedding, do you get as excited as me about the prospects of getting a dress for the occasion? Because let’s be honest- that’s really the first thing I think of!

Of course, after my internal good wishes to the happy couple. But next- what to wear???

I probably own at least 20 (ahem, cough-cough) dresses, or more. I haven’t counted. What I know is that I can’t turn down a dress that makes me feel pretty when I try it on. If the 50s came back and ladies wore dresses like Grace Kelly- I’d be set. Not that I WANT to go back to the 50s, oh you know- minus the civil rights, lack of proper birth control and a whole bunch of other stuff… but I digress.

In this modern age of easy to wear fashion and an almost ‘anything-goes’ dress code, I still like to put forth my best effort and wear what makes me happy.

We recently attended a wedding in Hayden Lake, Idaho. The setting was beautiful. It was an after 5 wedding which can mean a number of things: Black Tie and formal. But considering the setting and the possibility of 90+ degree temps, I didn’t know what could happen. And most often a wedding that is Black Tie will indicate on the invitation and our friends had not stated that. But I knew they had impeccable style, so I had to bring my A game. When you receive an invitation and you’re not sure about what to wear; consider not just the setting, weather, and time of day, but the couple’s personal style as well.

I took two dresses with me for the weekend. I had a long chiffon maxi, and a shorter, fit and flare style. I figured it was good measure to have a back up in case we wanted to head to a nice dinner, or meet up with wedding party friends, or guests for any gatherings/cocktails/brunch, etc.  Thankfully, the temps cooled down considerably for our weekend, so I knew what to wear to what.

Our first night in Idaho, McSweetie and I went to dinner just the two of us. It was nice and relaxed, but I still wanted to feel special. So I opted for the fit and flare dress. I lucked out and found this Taylor brand dress at the Nordstrom Rack for a fraction of its full price!! And do I feel like I’m channeling my inner Grace Kelly? Yes!

 

 

 

 

Taylor dress from Nordstrom/ Nordstrom Rack Shoes from Nordstrom and bag from Big Buddha

Taylor dress from Nordstrom/ Nordstrom Rack
Shoes from Nordstrom and bag from Big Buddha

taylor dress collage

 

For the big day, which was a wedding at a country club, I chose the chiffon maxi from Eliza J dresses. Eliza J knows weddings! Whether you’re in a wedding or a guest, mother of the bride or groom, there are so many choices. The floral design of this, with the defined waist and halter shoulders seemed to feel effortless. I loved the color scheme and accessorizing my jewelry and makeup around it was fun too!

 

 

Eliza J dress from Nordstrom, retail $158.00

Eliza J dress from Nordstrom, retail $158.00

 

 

 

 

 

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Sandals from Marshalls, bag is Big Buddha

 

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This backdrop- COME ON!
Earrings, Kate Spade, lipstick- Anastasia of Beverly Hills in Carina

 

So maybe now the next wedding invitation you get in the mail, you’ll have ideas and enthusiasm for dressing up, just as much as I do! Happy wedding season!

Thanks to Eliza J for sending me the dress, thanks to McSweetie and our friends for a fabulous weekend, and thanks to Hayden Lake for being such a gorgeous setting!

 

 

 

Stop with the beige leggings!

What is going on people? There’s a surprisingly large growing trend I’ve seen of women wearing beige pants. Not chinos. Chinos are cute and from J Crew and make you look like you’re hanging out in the Hamptons. I’m talking about beige leggings, jeggings, or any pants that are remotely clingy to the body.

 

Why would you wear pants that look like you’re not wearing pants at all?

 

Please don’t wear beige leggings. And my 10 reasons why you shouldn’t.

1. It makes you look like you’re not wearing pants.

2. It’s flesh colored and tight, so it kinda looks like you’re not wearing pants.

3. Even if you’re really skinny, it looks like you’re wearing a shirt, but forgot your pants.

4. When people see you in line at the grocery store, and they forgot their glasses that day, they won’t be able to see the fact that you are wearing pants, but it looks like you’re not wearing pants.

5. If you wear underwear underneath them, we will see the underwear lines and it will look like you are wearing flesh colored underwear, but no pants.

6. If you’re NOT wearing underwear underneath them, we will see your butt crack through the fabric and it will look like you’re not wearing pants.

7. If you’re slightly overweight, it’s just not good and will look like you’re not wearing pants.

8. If you’re just sort of normal weight but have cellulite, you will see the cellulite through the fabric and people will wonder why you have fabric cellulite and why wouldn’t you wear pants to cover that up.

9. Even if you’re a black person wearing beige leggings, or a white person wearing beige leggings, it just kinda looks like flesh and people think you aren’t wearing pants.

10. Unless you’re on a runway or in a catalog, there is no business for you to wear beige leggings. Even white is better because then we know you’re wearing pants.

There you have it. Did I mention that when you wear beige leggings, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE NOT WEARING PANTS!

Thank you.

 

Maxi pad? No. Maxi dress.

I swore last summer you wouldn’t find me in a maxi dress. It sounded ridiculous. I hate the name- Maxi dress. Why not just call them long dresses? Or, I don’t know- dresses?

I like to go to Target and buy my maxi dresses in a size small. I feel it gives me some cosmic satisfaction. Like jumbo shrimp. An oxymoron.

Who’s calling who a moron? Not me!

Okay, here goes- 10 reasons to wear a maxi dress and why I’ll be living in them this summer. Yes- it’s called crow- and I’m eating a tasty dish of it as I type this. In my maxi dress. I did get mine at Target- a basic black one that will make me look chic no matter what.

Oh, look- under there. Under where? Haha, made you say underwear!!

What does your underwear say about you?

For starters- let’s hope it says you do the laundry and that it’s clean.

 

Undergarments. Yay or nay? I love my undergarments. But I found out (dun da dun) not everyone does!! Some of my friends don’t even wear underwear!! EWW!! So I’ve decided to compile four groups of women and their philosophies about undergarments. I am using the Mad Men ladies to illustrate my point. I mean, because… well, why not??!! They are fine ladies and back then in the 60s, fashion was really going through a lot of changes. But I will also sort of use a time machine to introduce things like thongs and SPANX. Since they didn’t have those back then. They still wore belts with their feminine products for crying out loud!

 

 

 

Then we have our undergarment categories:

Commando (that’s no underwear, BTW)

Thong

Granny brief

Boy short with lace

Here is how I think the girls match up to the underwear or lack of.  Decide who you match up with in YOUR undergarment preferences. Can you guess who I am?

Joan- Commando. This girl is not to be bothered with visible panty lines or any extra fabric for that matter. She wears SPANX slips under her pencil skirts and cocktail dresses. She is sleek and smooth. On weekends, she wears peddle pushers and silk negligees. Commando. Totally. She is fearless and knows her shit. This girl would not be caught dead in yoga pants or anything else like from our time. And she would NEVER let her man see her stuff herself into her SPANX either. (ahem, nothing to see here, move along. NOT that I’VE done that, oh no. Maybe once.)

This is oh so Joanie. AND it still allows for Commando.

Betty- Thong. She is stuck in the middle. She probably would love to go Commando but thinks it would be unsanitary. She doesn’t want to soil more garments than she should. And she’s such a twig she doesn’t need the support of any garments to hold in flab.  She opts for zero panty lines, but with some crotch coverage, just in case, for you know, female stuff.

We’re not talking G-string here. Still demure enough for Betty.

Peggy- Granny briefs. Peggy’s strict Catholic upbringing has instilled in her that good girls wear ginormous underwear. She likes the security it gives her. Girdles and support hose will help with the panty lines. She needs coverage all the time, 24/7. Despite her struggles to be ‘one of the guys’ at the office professionally, she still asserts her feminine side and isn’t shy of feeling sexy, despite the granny pants she has underneath her pencil skirt. She’s uber confident that way.

Comfortable and soft. Perfect for Peggy types.

Trudy- Boy shorts with lace. Trudy is complex. She wants everything without coming across needy, bitchy or slutty. Comfort, no panty lines, sex appeal, coverage. She’s not just a little housewife. She needs to keep her husband interested. She needs to know that in case of an emergency she’ll have coverage where she needs it. (What emergency? you ask.) Well, like what if she sneezes and looses a little bladder control. It’s not her fault she doesn’t know what kegels are.

Comfy AND alluring, dontcha think?

So there you have it.

My underwear philosophies. To each her own, right?

From Corsets to Yoga pants; face it- we’ve all given up.

Have you noticed something? I mean, it’s not news or anything. We’re fat. Americans are fat. Okay we get it. But how in THEE hell did this happen?? (Rhetorical question, don’t really answer it, just play along okay?)

We are wearing tracksuits and yoga pants every damn day, and we just get fatter, and fatter….

We went from corsets, girdles and garters, to just garters, to women’s lib bra burning to sports bras, miracle bras, wonderbras… SPANX and dundadddaaa— Yoga Pants!!

We Americans wear our fitness gear ALL the time. We wear Yoga pants and don’t do yoga. We wear sweat pants and haven’t sweated.

We wear track suits and don’t go to the track. And yet…we got bigger, and bigger, and bigger! We should be a super elite society of athletes. But NO! We are a lazy bunch of couch potato, Wal-mart shopper, Frappachilly swirl shake drinking slobs! Pathetic I say! Pathetic!

Yes- I’m wearing Lululemon lounge pants as I write this. Because dammit, I am lazy. I don’t want to get up and put on control top hose, heels and pearls to do housework. How the hell did Donna Reed do that??

She's saying, 'oh look, I'm all dressed up to do the dishes.'

We went from wearing the most uncomfortable clothes, being thin, small-boned, floor scrubbing (unless you lived in the south, then your maid did all that for you) to having freedom, comfort, Lycra, and doing….nothing.

Okay- hold on to your Hanes Her Ways right there. Don’t get them all in a bunch. I am not here to say we are lazy. Not all of us. Just some of us. And me. I’m lazy. I admit this. I know we work hard. We raise our kids, work outside the home, volunteer with PTA, carpool, shop for organic groceries at Whole Foods, go to book club, wine club, Bunco club, church, Bible study. WE are soooooo busy!!

Do you see where I’m going with this? Simple equation- corsets, delicate ladies, tiny waists- fast forward 80 years- Lycra, elastic waists, knits = FAT ASS. Even our feet are getting bigger. Have you looked at vintage shoes? My feet are like a Chinese basketballs player’s foot compared to the ladies of our grandmother’s generation or before that.

Let's go run and get smoothies! -What I can't hear you my track suit makes this loud rustling sound!

I’m not making any scientific revelations here. I have no data to back anything up. This is just my opinion (cough <<bullshit>> cough).

What happened?

I remember a Seinfeld episode when George said if a man leaves his house in sweat pants he’s given up on the world. People? Have we given up?

I’m not saying pearls and hats and gloves, but how about  we go to work out in the work out attire, and then wear normal clothes in public? At least try?

Okay, I will. Just let me finish this Cinnabon here and my Starbucks and I’ll get right on that.