As mentioned in my previous post, this tuxedo vest was bought in a panic for an impending bachelorette Vegas clubbing weekend. Having not set foot in a club in close to ten years (but damn do I love a good bar/lounge), I had nothing in my closet that even came close to proper club attire. There is just a certain level of skin and sleaze that weeded itself out of my closet a long, long time ago. So, never one to disappoint the bachelorette, I used short stature to my advantage and did some shopping. I found a long tuxedo vest that just barely covered my ass, had it slimmed for some shape, slapped a pair of short shorts underneath for modesty sake, and clubbed my face off.
Also, on my list of clubbing must haves: a small cross-body clutch so both hands are free to double-fist as needed (and it will be needed), and sturdy, non-expensive shoes that you won’t cry over when you get back to the hotel to find them soaked in some drunkard’s spilled vodka cranberry.
— Details —
Vest Rachel Zoe (similar & similar)
Shorts Halogen (you can’t see them) (similar)
Shoes Banana Republic (old) (similar) (also like these)
Handbag thanks to Ann Taylor (old) (similar)
Watch thanks to Daniel Wellington (also here)
— Altered —
Vest has been slimmed