Welcome to another addition of OutfitsLexyWoreALongTimeAgoAndIsFinallyPostingThem where we celebrate Lexy's inability to post on time! Ever! Procrastination! Boo yeah! That's right! She's just popped out of the womb as a keen high school student and has graduated onto merely being a sufficient and adequate and lackluster individual! (Except for not really, because if Lexy were lackluster, how did she receive Forever 21's Employee of the Month? Har, har. BRAGGG BRAHHH.)
I call this my "teacher" look because BAM! look at that MATURITY. I'm just RADIATING grown-up-ness. Which is appropriate... because it's my last week of being 17! EEEK. Yes, my birthday is in less than a week. Which means I really need to tick off some major defining and illegal and criminal moments ay-sap - i.e. killing a creature - before this week comes to end, otherwise adult records aren't as forgiving as jeuvie ones. If anyone has suggestions for how-to-rebel-and-bend-the-law-before-I-am-legally-an-adult, I would very much appreciate your suggestions! (I kid, I kid. This is me thinking I am being sly and clever and facetious.)
(Trench - Value Village $7, Shirt - Value Village $3, Skirt - Vintage $5, Shoes - Vintage $35, Scarf - Gift, Belt - Thrifted $1)
As par tradition, I will undergo the usual Birthday festivities - i.e. none. But, this got me thinking, if I were to ring in the big 1-8 with style (sorry, I don't know why I said that so cheesily/ attempting to be a cool mom-y type of way), What would Lexy do? Thus, world, welcome to my dream party because I'm 17 and young and can still tap into my inner dreams! And stuff. What is wrong with me? Anyways. It would go something like...
Hello dearest friends and family! Welcome to Lexy's birthday party! I know it's cold and winter-y, but at this party, it is sunny and warm! We're all in a park! With big trees and open fields and no one in sight, but us! And we're all dressed up! But not in the generic tight clubwear (the amount of tight, shiny, sparkly dresses at work that actually sell never seizes to amaze me). We're talking girls in beautiful vintage dresses, complete with big hats and gloves and stockings. And boys in suspenders and bow ties because OMG THEY ARE AMAZING. (Seriously, if I were a boy, that would be my attire errrday. It just makes things better. Why don't they SEE that?!) There would be live music. Maybe some sort of old school, jazz stuff. So we could all do some cheesy bopping around. Which would be fun, as we'd all be fancy shmancy and crinoline-d out. Everyone would be responsible for bringing either a craft or a board game because those are the two funnest and most underrated/ ignored experiences of being a human being. We'd be creative and old school for hours and hours, and it would be wonderful. (Cell phones would be strictly prohibited.) And we'd eat ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. At night time, we'd light candles and look at stars and talk about dreams. It would be beautiful...
The end. I hope you have a fantastic week, folks! I really can't get over how quickly time ticks by. Last week of being 17? I'm COMING to GET YOU!
What would be YOUR dream birthday party?