About a month ago, my bridal party threw me a lovely bridal shower brunch. My pet peeve is dry showers with the little finger sandwiches and all the enforced ooohing and ahhhing. Cue Miranda Hobbes talking about baby showers. Truth be told, I am about as cynical as she is. Last year I had two very different experiences with two very different (baby) showers: a dry tea an hour and a half out of the District and a cocktail (mocktail for the mom-to-be) lunch twenty minutes away from my DC apartment. I kept this contrast in mind when I was asked what I wanted for my shower.
This brought me to my main criteria: must have cocktails and must be a brunch. Brunch is everyone’s favorite, right? Who can turn down a brunch, even if it is for a shower?
Before I can go into my shower prep and outfit I have to give snaps to my sister and my graduate school roommate, both of whom gave the most touching toasts. (Shoutout to mini-Scouting Tall for speaking extemporaneously. All of those years in theater, advanced public speaking, and debate really worked out for you!) As soon as I dried my tears from the first toast, the waterworks turned on for the second toast.
How did I prep for the shower? By hiring hair and makeup. Kinda.
Did you know that when you hit VIB status at Sephora, you get a complimentary makeover? Fact. I promptly booked a makeover at the Georgetown location, where I met Kionna. In the age of Kardashian, I am paranoid that anytime anyone else comes at me with makeup, I will walk away with way more makeup applied than I am comfortable wearing. Yet, I am not very good applying it on my own. I loved that Kionna listened to what I wanted (“Just to look like my every day self, but better and more rested.”) and delivered.
My next stop was Drybar. Since I will be using them on the big day, I am test driving as many blow out styles as possible. I have the finest hair ever, second only to mini-Scouting Tall, and both of our hair have tendencies to fall flat. I think I am going to be going with the Southern Comfort on the big day. The higher the hair, the closer to heaven.
I bought several potential shower dresses. My sister, mom, and I ended up coordinating in blue. As for the seersucker, I called dibs.
A few weeks ago, for Easter, the fiance and I shared brunch at La Peg and spent the day walking around the city. Little did we know that the temperatures would rise rather unexpectedly to the upper 80s.
Lucky for me, I selected a swingy dress style that morning. The outer layer of the dress fell away from the body while the slip layer clung a bit closer, which allowed me to remain ventilated without risking inappropriate exposure. After walking a few miles through Society Hill, the fiance and I had to take a pit stop at Ela for some air conditioning, drinks, and ice waters.
Let’s talk about these amazing sunglasses, shall we? Krewe du Optic is a New Orleans-based sunglasses and eyeglasses line. Each pair is handmade and feature materials such as yellow gold and rose gold. I grew up on the Gulf Coast, and as such, I love to support local artists. Truth be told, however, I would be as obsessed with these sunglasses if I were from Anchorage, Minneapolis, Baltimore, or Madrid.
After yoga class last Sunday morning, the fiance and I decided to have brunch at North 3rd. Along the way there, we found a beautiful ivy-lined fence. While I do not condone ivy growing on the exterior of any building, ivy growing on fencing is acceptable, as it is considerably less expensive to replace a cedar fence once the moisture destroys it.
I stuck with an outfit formula that I have used in past (last seen in this post). When the yoga class was over, I changed out of yoga leggings to shower and change into – tada! – a (clean) pair of yoga leggings. With an army green waxed jacket, skater sneakers, and a concert tee shirt older than I am, I was ready for brunch.
The concert tee shirt is by far my favorite part of the outfit; possibly my favorite item in my closet. While my parents were dating, they and a group of their friends went to one of the Hampton Roads dates. As my dad tells it, it was a general admission show and there was actual sprinting of their entire posse when the gates opened to get a plum standing spot in the venue. Rocking out to the Rolling Stones…they were much cooler than I was at that age, but do not tell them I said that.