Accidentally took these pictures before I put on my red lipstick. Forgive the drabness of my face.
I've been wearing quite a bit of red and brown lately; I love the new-to-me combo!
|dress blogged before here|
Dress: ModCloth//50's Vintage Glasses: Speakeasy Vintage, Montclair, NJ//Lace socks: American Apparel//Oxfords: Endless
I've been chatting a lot with my friend Bob, the owner of Clash Bar, where I bartend. We've been chatting about my longtime dream of having a sock hop party. A couple of dude friends from Clash know of old doo-wop bands that we could get to play the night if we end up setting this thing up. It'd be so magical to have a band play all my favorite 50's & 60's songs, but I'd be just as happy with a DJ and everyone in attendance dressing up in their "American Graffiti"-esque best. I'll let y'all know if it happens. I hope it does, as I've been talking of going to/having a sock hop since I was about four years old. Of course there'd be a million totally bitchin' pictures.
I hope y'all are having a lovely week <3
P.s. Post title comes from this doo-wop song.
P.p.s. I get to see my family in Texas on Thursday!!