In my first real post-college job, someone thought that it would be a good idea for me to be in charge of planning a social event for the entire company. I am pretty much the last person you should put in charge of planning your big holiday bash. First of all, my ideal party would be a night spent enjoying trashy magazines and Trader Joe’s wine with a few close friends. Second, I don’t like calling people on the phone, which is something you can’t really avoid if you’re contacting DJs and caterers and event coordinators. Third, I have strong opinions on party appropriate music, and few people agree with me (what do you mean, you don’t want to boogie down to Hole’s “Doll Parts”?)
Despite my clear lack of party planning skills, I managed to scrape together an event (with help from kind coworkers, of course). As a reward for my party planning prowess, I skipped over to Pacific Trading Company in downtown Santa Cruz and bought a new dress for the long awaited work social. The French Connection confection was pricey, but I had a real job that paid in real American dollars and I felt justified in splurging.
It’s been over two years since I shelled out for this dress, and it’s more than paid for itself in that time. I wear it weekly—it’s demure enough for teaching, casual enough for daytime, and exciting enough for dinner dates. I wear it so much that I have to ration the amount of photos I can take while wearing it. If you judged my wardrobe based on photographic evidence, you’d think I had a closet full of replicas of this dress, like a cartoon character.
Have you ever fantasized about having a closet full of the same thing, like Charlie Brown? Have you ever fantasized about Charlie Brown? You might want to keep that to yourself.