The Chocolate Flapper.

First, hi.

So last Saturday, a good friend of mine threw a decades party: guests were to choose their favorite decade and dress accordingly. Naturally, being that I love all things Twenties–the Jazz Age, Gatsby was running around (fictionally), and girls were bobbing their hair–it was a sure thing that I would arrive in my flapper best. After scouring the Internet for ideas on what to wear, I found the best outfit on Amazon and purchased it faster than you could say F. Scott Fitzgerald. Can I tell you how excited I was about this whole thing, by the way? I feel like I’ve been going through the motions lately. This fête was a nice injection to the monotony and I’m so happy that my friends to put it all together. Anywho, without further ado…

Your chocolate flapper.

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I was so into it, too, walking around and swinging that feather boa like I owned a speakeasy down the street. Needless to say, the party was fantastic. There were sock hop ladies and Afros and Nineties girl groups all over the place. And lest you think we just danced and twirled the night away, there were various costume contests. Guess who won best costume, 1920-1950??

The sangria to the right was one of my lovely gifts. I won’t get into how excited I was to win. Everything you’re imagining about my reaction is what happened. But who was even more excited? My mother. She was elated, which was fun, sweet, and utterly awesome. Really good times.

Onwards and upwards…and flapwards…

p.s.: those bouncy curls you see on my head are actually my new batch of crochet braids. They added such a fun touch to the costume, no? We’ll talk about those new crochets later.

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4 thoughts on “The Chocolate Flapper.

  1. Hi Lady NN,

    You looked so AMAZING, once I saw your photograph, even before I read the post, the first though that came to my mind was “twenties”. Your entire outfit was perfectly styled, from the feather boar, to the shoes, to the long strand of pearls and your hair (yes, the cute curls added the right amount of not-a-care-in-the-world vibe to the costume).

    Ah! Now I want to party too! My monotonous routine is making me cross-eyed. 😀

    Your mum is so sweet. You totally deserved to win the Best Costume award in that category ( the fact that I did not attend this shindig or even see the other attendees’ outfits is absolutely irrelevant). That dress is so delicious, I love demure chic.

    I remember watching Great Gatsby with glazed eyes, the fashion was so super.

    For some reason, this post made me very happy. 🙂

    PS: Have you read ‘Twenties Girl’ by Sophie Kinsella? It’s such a lovely book, one my favourites.

    1. You see what happiness does? It causes one to not proof read before hitting the post comment button, changing other people’s nicknames in the process- Lady NN should have been Lady MM. 😀

    2. Hey lady!

      Ah, thank you! I had so much fun, I didn’t know what to do with myself. LOL. Now you officially have to throw your own decades party and get that monotony out of there. It was such a nice interruption to the ennui of life, you know? So please do!

      Mom was so excited. You would have thought it was an engagement party for her eldest child. (Should that happen, though, we will need smelling salts for the dear lady.)

      Yessss: the first time I watched Great Gatsby, I think I drooled. It was everything, depressing ending and all. LOL.

      Yay, I’m glad it made you happy! The event made me happy, so I think I shared that by osmosis. 🙂

      Now heading to Amazon to check out this book by Sophie Kinsella. Please feel free to send me book recommendations whenever they strike your fancy: I eat books like the bread I’m not supposed to be eating. 😉

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