I am the latter type of person. Just the thought of going out on New Year's Eve exhausts me. First of all, I hate large crowds. They make me feel suffocated and claustrophobic. I hate standing around feeling trapped to make uncomfortable small talk with some overly accessorized, pretentious creep. I hate driving on New Year's...my overly active imagination puts me squarely in the middle of an accident between myself and a drunk driver. But the thing I hate most about going out on New Year's is the pressure I feel to go out on New Year's. It's completely ridiculous. From commercials on television to sitcom story lines involving New Year's celebrations, the message communicated is that if you dare spend the night in front of the television in your jammies, there's something wrong with you. You are a loser who probably wears mom jeans and lives alone with 10 cats and finds Cathy comics hilarious. Truthfully, I really could care less about being a loser. And I'm perfectly happy on my couch.
However, yesterday I received a last-minute invite to a friend's house. Very casual, wear what you want, guaranteed to be absent of complicated finger foods and loud drunken people. It was perfect. AND it gave me an excuse to wear sequins, which we all know is a Very Good Thing.
|Gap blazer; Loft sequin vest; J Crew button-down; Gap Outlet jeggings; Hype washed leather bag; Justin boots; Target pyramid studs.|