Crisis Averted

[featherynscale]

On Friday, we're having a charity auction for the agency I work for. It has a 1950's theme, and we were instructed to wear 'cocktail or retro attire'. Now, I don't have the foggiest fuck of an idea what constitutes 'cocktail attire', and the woman who's in charge of the event either wouldn't or couldn't explain it to me. So that leaves me with 1950's retro. I've seen Grease, I figured I could manage that. After all, blue jeans, white t-shirt with rolled-up sleeves, hair greased into a ducktail, black leather jacket. I can do that. I floated this, and was instructed to "Dress Like A Girl". Crap.

So if you know me, you know that I do not own anything even vaguely like unto 1950s drag. I had a red one from the thrift shop, but I cut it up to make my Old Kingdom Bast outfit a couple of years ago, and there is no amount of polyester or reverse-engineering that could put it back on a 50's girl now. Crap.

But then, I remembered the Teddy Girls. They're British 1950's, not US 1950's, but they damned well are 1950's, and I can produce photographic evidence if challenged to show that girls did indeed dress that way. And I've got almost every ingredient of a Teddy Girl outfit already. Now, does anyone have a coolie hat? I think I can manage without one if necessary, but hey, who doesn't like silly hats?

Comments

[liquidfun.livejournal.com]

The Teddy Girl outfit should be an excellent choice. I'd think you'd look eminently fuckable quite hot in an outfit like that(edited to be PC).

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

*snicker*
You are the PC-est. Thanks for the vote of confidence, though.

[infintysquared.livejournal.com]

I'll second that. And I'd demand photographic research material to determine whether you would look merely "quite hot," or transcend the boundaries of proper savoir-faire and indeed be eminently fuckable, self-censors be damned.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I expect there will be a picture, provided I'm not volunteered to be the one behind the camera. This seems like the sort of get-up in which I would prefer to be photographed.