About this ball thing.

Tonight is the ball!

As of right now, I have no dress, montage music, or army of rodent seamstresses, but I'm not worried.

It is perfectly acceptable to skip one's first lecture of the day if it's in pursuit of a dress.

Right?

Anyway, I'm off to find the magical dress of my dreams.

And, yes, I've only painted the nails on one hand.

Hope you're all having a lovely Monday/had a great weekend!

Update: The ball was at least twenty-eight trillion kinds of amazing. Everyone looked gorgeous and just gahhhhhhhhhh. So good. My camera is too big to bring to these things, but I will be more than happy to steal some from my friends' photos once they're sorted.

This was my dress, which I got for more than half off. Hell to the yes, TKMaxx!

I wound up completely ignoring the theme, shy of my feathers and makeup, but that's fiiiiiine.

Nothing better than Photobooth pictures for now, I'm afraid.

And these shoes.

As much as I love these babies, dancing for six hours nonstop has killed my tootsies.

The music was not right for the decade, but it was glorious. When Minnie the Moocher came on, I pretty much lost my mind.

Love!

Belle of the ball...

Exciting news, folks. The History & Humanities Ball at my university is coming up. That means I get to get all gussied up and dance madly with my friends.

Did I mention that it's going to be on a boat? It's going to be on a boat.

It's also going to be 1920's themed.

Let's review: crazy dancing on a boat with friends, dressed like we're all up in that Lost Generation.

That last bit is where I must give pause. Yes, I was an unimaginative flapper for the Halloween before last. Yes, I do love me some jazz and cheap liquor. Yes, I will use any excuse to wear red lipstick and feathers. Despite all of these, though, I'm just not Twenties material.

The Twenties were a time for drop-waists and short hair. The aesthetic is fine, but I'm no Colleen Moore or Louise Brooks.

Case -

Image through Google/Lolita's Classics.

Image through Google.

Point -

That is, in fact, always how my face looks.

The decades on either side of this most favoured one would suit most of us fine, with their defined waistlines and versatile fits. What are the big-haired, non-gamine among us to do? Turn to Polyvore. Yes, again.

Blogger's Note: My new addiction to this site is in no way related to the bleakness of my current reading material. Not at all.

These are for two of my lovely friends with similar issues, concerning the ball.

All That Jazz by Liz OT featuring Chie Mihara shoes

Items in this set:
Two Tone Lace Dress - UTTAM Direct, 40 GBP
Chie Mihara Atom Mary Janes, $210
Vintage Small Velvet Embellished Clutch, 85 GBP
Rose and feather fascinator, 63 GBP
ASOS | at ASOS Grey Jewelled Fabric Tie Back Belt, $27

Let's Do It by Liz OT featuring Forever21 accessories

Items in this set:
Yumi Lace Pearl Tunic Dress, 58 GBP
Silk Stockings - Erotic Lingerie - Coco de Mer - Coco de Mer Erotic...
Kimchi Blue Linen T-Strap Flat, $28
Mini Frame Florist Black Satin Purse, 55 GBP
Feathered Hair Clip, $7.80

And for me.

Yes, Sir! That's My Baby by Liz OT featuring Monsoon dresses

Items in this set:
Monsoon Accessorize - Fusion Dresses, 75 GBP
Contrast Seam Tights, $18
Kimchi Blue Patent T-Strap Skimmer, $28
ShopCurious - ShopCurious - Vintage filigree silver card..., 135 GBP
5 row pearl bracelet, 7 GBP

Whatever happens, I'll still be dancing on a boat and screaming Fitzgerald at anyone and everyone in the vicinity. Count on it.