I have a permanent seat on the Venga Bus. This is why I'm in charge of coordinating the annual Holiday Party at work. I love brainstorming new ways to make a bunch of baby docs go wild! Each year I try to up my game: jello shots, food trucks, holly jolly dress codes. The 2013 Evite requested that partygoers don their favorite holiday tacky-chic apparel…so my boss and I were fully prepared to be the only two in festive flair.
A mesmerizing ensemble was a must. The thrift stores were naughty; I had no luck there. But a stroll down the Xmas aisle at Target got the creative juices hot. With the perfect flop dress in mind, I stuffed the buggy with disco garland. I was going to make a tinsel dress for my work shindig.
I test-drove different working positions as the glue gun heated-up.
LBD into OMG.
It made more sense to hang the dress so I could turn it 360, instead of lying it flat and flipping over (and over and over). I didn't want to smoosh the snazz! After a lightbulb moment, I found a tall lamp to sit-and-spin my flop dress.
Glue Glue Turn.
At halfway point, the lamp stand was running out of room, so I hoisted a roll of wrapping paper between a chair and pillow form to drape my canvas. Craft MacGyver'n!
My LDB was stretchy, thus I didn't give much thought to garland tension. I had glued to the waistline when I realized the dress skirt had no give. (More on what my thighs thought of this later.) Moving upward, I made sure to think about drape and tried some Project Runway-esque spice.
I wrapped tinsel across the chest, over the shoulders and around the back. I glued every few inches, making sure to leave proper stretch for breathing (and the girls)! For added spiff, I swooped big loops that hung-free on the backside. When the Holiday Party started, my loops were just a beautiful accent. By party's end, I was flipping the loops over my head and catching favorite work friends inside my tinsel jumprope.
Party in the Front, Party in the Back.
With the right pair of tights my look was complete! High fashion isn't always perfect, though. My dress had two party fouls. First, it took four hands to put on and remove. With J's help, we tag teamed my thighs and the no-give skirt portion for the pullover. Second, I left a trail of garland sparkle wherever I went. After two months, my boss is still sweeping-up parts of my dress all over his house.
PARTY ON, ALLIE. PARTY ON, BOSS.