For those of you who missed out on my M.A. post last year, here's the deal: We're not serious about it at all (except for maybe my friend Michelle, a former Miss Southern Union and Miss Alabama contestant); it's just another excuse to get together and act silly. Only with a theme. Every year, my girlfriends and I get dressed up in thrift store gowns and wear too much makeup and high heels and sashes and feather boas and watch the pageant. We drink out of champagne flutes and eat like queens off of the nice china. Some of us wear crowns. It's very regal, in a tacky way. And not the last bit uppity.
Remember last year's yellow chiffon number? I was a vision.
Well, I can't wear it this year due to the expanding waistline and all. (Which is a shame, because I earned the name Yellow Belle last year and really like it.) However, I found this little number at a favorite thrifting spot on Friday:
It's got an empire waist, which is perfect. The champagne dupioni silk is very pretty, actually. I'm a little nervous that this particular dress will be a little too, well, nice. Which is very funny, since I got it for $4.50. I might have to add some tacky jewels to the front or something. Not sure exactly.
This year's pageant is Saturday, January 24. It's not too late to set up your own party. Really. I highly recommend it. You can always wear that bridesmaid's dress that the bride said 'you could always wear again.'