Mad Men Holiday Party
Mad Men Holiday Party
I have been dreaming of attending a Mad Men party since I started watching the show in its second season. A vintage fiend with a soft spot for themed events, it seemed the ultimate cocktail party option. Emily and her husband Tony fulfilled all of my dreams this weekend, filling their new Presidio home with friends and sixties charm for a Holiday soiree. Emily is the consummate hostess, recalling the well-mannered and impeccably groomed housewives of another era. Even perched inconspicuously on a chair in the corner she is all grace poise.
Every detail was perfect: candy cigarettes laid out wrapped in Lucky Strike wrappers, elegant china and polka dot napkins, a table of delicious old-style nibbles, a meticulously curated playlist of vintage holiday tunes, a cocktail bar stocked with soda-pop in glass bottles and all the makings for mixing Old Fashioneds.
Everyone dressed in theme with skirts and skinny ties. Lit by the warm glow of candles and the Christmas tree we pretended to elegantly smoke, continued to actually drink (albeit less elegantly), referenced fake accounts, and carried on into the wee hours of the morning. As far as holiday parties go, it was truly magical. Don Draper couldn’t have asked for more.
Mad about Green
I’m head over heels for emerald tones and kelly greens! All of my holiday dresses are in the shade this year. I went with a Marilyn-inspired look to a holiday party yesterday, pairing the dress on the left with pops of bright pink. I loved it so much I’m debating wearing it again tonight with a sixties updo…But the shiny, poufy number was earmarked for the evening.
In the end it always comes down to one question: Are you a Betty or a Joan?
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So this is one side of my fall fashion inspiration. Definitely feminine and vintage driven.
As Fall settles in, I’m torn (as always) between a lot of opposing looks. My wardrobe will never be cohesive. I like too many things. People used to ask me what I “was” in highschool because I dressed differently every day. One day it was preppy, the next it was punk. Another might be lace and skirts, followed by a day where I wear black fairy wings and autumn leaves in my hair (they should have known I’d end up in art school). Somedays I look at girls who have such a clearly defined style and envy them. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit in one box. I have too many sides to my personality, and am too in love with clothes. My hope is to end up like Carrie and make everything my style. Let the common thread be my eclecticism. I’m going to have a schizophrenic wardrobe until the day I die.
(I’ll stop when I damn well please)
