Party Dress Wahala..

How can I be invited to a cocktail party and the guys are all in jeans and sneakers ehn?! Look at me all dressed up like am about to see the queen and the girls are dressed in spandex like dresses. This is oh so wrong!!!

Ok, let me gist you people. So I was invited to this ‘cocktail’ party and instructions strictly stated that everyone should be properly dressed for the party. Girls should be in sexy cocktail dresses and the guys should be in suits. Seeing as I am an almost reformed tomboy (all you could ever find in my wardrobe was jeans and tees and being that I am almost reformed to dressing and acting like a girl) the closest I had to a dress is a shirt dress that I still wore with my jeans ;D. So I had to call re-enforcement to rescue me. Shopping, shopping, shopping…my favorite thing to do. You may ask…since this one is being reformed, what’s then is she shopping for??..well, I shop for shoes.

This for me, is a compulsive obsession and not necessarily a hobby (like someone recently comically ranted on NS about shopping being a hobby..I loved that article btw). I love shoes, my wardrobe currently is full of them. I go online to my favorite shoe store @DSW and I have to at least have one shoe in by store bag before logging off. I collect shoes like others collect stamps…anyway that’s gist for another day.
So, I called up a friend to rescue me from this uncalled for predicament and she suggested we go shopping for dresses. So since I loved shopping, even though not for dresses, I jumped at the idea and we headed to the store. Oh my goodness, the kind of fun I had that day cannot be described. I tried on dresses after dresses, pretending I was on the run way, and it was awesome. Apparently, I’ve found a new love after shoes..dresses. I couldn’t believe how fabulous I looked in these clothes. I used to think I didn’t have the behind to pull off dresses but mehn, you just had to check me out that day. All I kept saying was..’Mehn…see babe!!!’. Short, long dresses; Full bodied, skimpy dresses. I looked awesome and I was loving the experience. At the end of it all, I had tried on over 10 dresses and then it was time to make a decision. When you’ve budgeted a 100bucks for dress and then you have at least 5 dresses you absolutely couldn’t let go of, each one costing nothing less than 50 bucks…..una see my predicament now? Serious wahala o…I couldn’t decide which ones to let go off. For someone who didn’t like dresses, this was absolutely absurd but I was in pain….sighs.. Finally, I sadly made a decision and picked the two I thought were the best with the help of my friend. I left the store with a huge grin on my face, got home, laid the dresses on the bed and then matched them up with awesome shoes…and thought to myself…’ah! I go show them for this party.’ I felt like Cinderella going to her first ball.

Just imagine my anger and disappointment when I got here and only about three or four of us where appropriately dressed in the thirty or so people in the room. Guys in baggy jeans and baggy Tee shirts or shirts with sneakers. Girls wearing tops they called dress. Wait o, na only me see the instruction for the invitation? I am sure I look like one of those cartoon characters that when angry, their face turns red and you can see the heat puffing out of their head….Tchuewww, wey I for just wear my jeans and top come the party. Complete waste of baff.
So I am sitting down, watching all these people and then it hits me. ‘Girl, you look fantastically fabulous!’. With drink in hand and a huge smile on my face, I peruse more faces and from the look in many eyes, I can tell they think so too ;-).