i'm a well-dressed sucka...

thanks to my job's heavy involvement with the new york design community, i have been afforded the opportunity to attend a handful of parties in the near to very near future. i have achieved varying levels of preparedness for each of these parties. for example, there's one black tie affair in a matter of days for which i have yet to procure an adequate garment. and then there's my work party for ICFF design week... let me spin you a brief tale of a girl thrown into the shopping mecca of SoHo with a nice commision check and a taste for designer.

yesterday, i embarked on a relatively innocent window-shopping spree with my sensible/classy coworker, priscilla. we perused the ruffly edwardian blousons at max azria and the shimmery, citrusy silks at some high-end wooster street boutique. and then, barney's co-op. the bane of my financial existence for i always fall instantly in love with some high-priced gem that i know i should not even contemplate buying. yesterday was no exception.

against the back wall of the shop there's a rack heavily laden with exquisitely crafted dresses of silk and chiffon and linen and such. and sewn into the inside of each of those dresses is a little tag. and on that tag, the words "diane von furstenberg" blaze proudly and with conviction.

needless to say, i became enthralled with one (in my opinion) pricey piece in the floaty/mod/rainbow chiffon arena. it. is. amazing. but after nonchalantly glancing at the tag, i just couldn't justify spending that kind of money on one garment. camera equipment, sure! but a dress?! that's unheard of in lauriebot-ville. i placed the dress back on the rack and left, willing myself to put it out of my mind.

unfortunately... i was unsuccessful.

i managed to bring it up in practically every conversation i had in the next 24 hours. it made a cameo in my dream last night. so finally, i had to admit to myself that diane
von furstenberg clearly had a hold on me. so i resolved to head back to barney's co-op after work today to try it on. my hypothesis was that since the material is so flowy and amorphous, there would be a very high probability that it would overwhelm my frame, giving me the appearance of a coat hanger or a slightly malnourished child playing dress-up in her voluptuous mother's fancy clothes.

this was not the case.

it fit me to the max! it's exactly the length i want. it twirls. the chiffon feels divine against my legs. the colors are so vibrant i can't imagine ever feeling anything less than blissfully elated whilst wearing it.

so after a good 10 minutes of prancing/twirling in the powder blue dressing room, i solemnly resolved myself to my fate, headed to the register, handed over my card and spent too much dough on a perfectly beautiful dress.

and now there's little else to say except that i am a sucka.

but at least i'm well-dressed.