Fashion Crisis

(Originally written – February 19, 2015)

Greetings and Happy Friday!!!

Hope this post finds you well.

Okay so, this Sunday, I am going to some brunch in Brooklyn rolls eyes. The invite reads “Dress code: Fashion forward”. Seriously, WTF IS THAT? Before you judge me, please note that it is BRICK in New York and I refuse to freeze my butt off, all in the name of blending in. At the same time, I do not want to carry last.

Reason for my question? Let me gist you –

At the end of my sophomore year in college, I was invited to a Pajama party. I’d never been to one before. I grew up in Enugu Nigeria – you don’t sleep outside your house!! So when the chance to go to a pajama party came up, I was excited. Nna mehn check me out. I had a pink ‘up and down’ pajama set. It had long sleeves and the pants were baggy. It was cotton with random figures like lipstick, candy (and things like that) on it. There was absolutely nothing fancy about it. But I had barely worn them so I figured it was perfect.

On the night of the party, my friends came to my dorm room to get me so we could head out. When I opened my door, there was a moment of utter shock, silence and then my friends BUSTED OUT LAUGHING AT ME! Why? While yours truly was in her matching pajama set, sneakers and hairnet (yes, HAIR-NET); my friends were in lingerie and 6-inch heels, with their makeup and hair-did. When they were finally able to breathe, they asked me if I was wearing that? Because I am a sharp babe, I told them “Noo….. I decided not to go. I’m just going to stay in and study for finals”. They left me and went. The next day, when the photos came out on Facebook, for lack of a better term, o mee m vum n’anya. All the girls were scantily clad and the guys looked just as cray. I thank God I didn’t go.

To that end I asked again – what is “fashion forward”? I know I could always “ask Google” but I’ll rather ask you 😉

As always, thank you so much for reading.

Love always,

The Wawa New Yorker