Fancy Time

When the weather gets nice and the schoolwork starts piling up I do something to avoid doing anything productive: I try on everything my closet (I will also bake like a demon). I thought I was pathetic and alone until my friend Jess told me she does the same thing. In fact, just a few days ago she found an amazing red cocktail dress in her closet that she "never has an excuse to wear." Well that was that, we had to have a fancy pants party to celebrate. So for our lovely Supper Club this week we went all out. There were hors d'oeuvres on platters, pink lemonade, fancy pants chicken (i.e. roasted with lots of delicious veggies), and fondue, because what says "fancy" better than that hallowed 70s treat? There were also prom pictures:

Being Classy (From left to right: Erica made that amazing pink strapless dress for an art project, can you believe it? Kendra was, as Sarah put, "not being lame in her cordouroys" but came directly to supper from working really hard, something I vow to do tonight. Jess is the one in the stunning red dress. Sarah found her frothy sequin pink flapper dress at a yard sale for 25 cents! I think we can all agree that Amelia has The Hottest Legs Ever.)


Being Saucy


Proof that the 70s lives in my heart, and that I might be a Stepford Wife (do you see how creepily identical my smile is in every single image?)


But enough with the chitchat, I know you were all wanting one thing so I'm going to give it to you:

[Note the creepy chimes: "Fancy, Faaancyyy."] I love this song in a so completely un-ironic way it's pathetic. It is Just So Good.