The Baaaaall

Okay, I snagged a few photos off of some friends and will now be flinging them at all of you lovelies. I totally want to show how how sexy my friends looked in their costumes (I mean, I think I'm surrounded by some pretty foooiiiine people every day, but in their formal wear--awwww yeah), though I don't want to freak them out with the idea of their pictures being all over the ol' WWW. So I'll just post a few.

First, proof that we were, in fact, on a boat.

Loveliest person I know and myself before the ball. I think that she looks fucking fabulous in the wig, as did everyone else, but she's just not having it.

Is she wrong, or is she wrong?

Two of my other totally foxy friends, partying like it's 1928. Words are not enough to convey the levels of badass achieved here.

I don't really know this kid, but he seems nice enough and we share far too many mutual friends for me to assume him anything other than awesome. Also, this is the only photo in which I am not making a ridiculous face.

More of my beloveds looking schweet.

The band. They came on at around 8:30 and didn't stop until we all had to leave the boat. In short, they were gods.

A friend and myself failing to get the attention of the barman at the afterparty. I don't know who took this picture, actually, but I do appreciate them giving a shot of my shoes.

Now, get out there and enjoy your Fridays, beautiful people!

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.