a mom struggles to stay sane and fabulous in park slope
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Fabulous found in Park Slope
Fabulous found in Park Slope.
I was struck with relief when I walked into a Park Slope apartment on Sunday night to find a room full of colorful heels, sequins, fur collars, and sparkly baubles.
Granted it was a Glam Girl’s Oscar Party, but I’ll take it anyway I can get it. The party was just what I needed to pick me up out of the Park Slope Blahs. The sun was finally shining and the neighbors were coming out of black-coat-hibernation. Still, I knew that I would be the only person walking down 5th avenue in a floor length beaded dress, and figured I had nothing to loose so I topped it with my fur coat. I was actually hysterical laughing at myself. I looked Fabulously Ridiculous.
I arrived at the party a little nervous; I only knew a couple of the girls (one being my SIL, and she has to be nice to me). As I topped the fifth flight of stairs in my cotton candy pink Manolos, I saw the red carpet. Yes, you heard me, there was actually a ‘red carpet’ in Park Slope! I strutted my stuff down the runway and into party.
Upon first glance, I was worried that I missed the memo about it being a LBD convention. As I blew in with my colorfully sequined dress, pink shoes, and layered rainbow necklaces, I realized I may have over done it (nahhh, never). But upon closer inspection, I noticed the incredibly bold one shoulder green dress on an attendee, and fun red tights on another! The hostess was sporting a mega mommy cleavage full of shiny glass black beads, and hot red suede shoes. Then over in the corner…Spring 2010 Greissimo bright multi striped damask platform Louboutins. Gasp! Right here in Park Slob?!
The girls were giddy with delight over the guest of honor…the pair of fabulous sky high Louboutins were my greatest competition for best dressed. They became the ‘show.’ It was right out of a scene from Sex and the City. Each girl took her much anticipated turn walking the catwalk in the 5 ½ inches of pure sex appeal. As my sister in law put it, they are “art for your feet.” It was a rare sighting here in Brooklyn; definitely an exhibit worth seeing.
The hostess’s husband waited on us hand and foot; damn it’s hard to find good help these days. We dined on tenderloin, fine wine and decadent chocolates, talked about fashion, babies and celebs. Ahhh, I’m ‘home.’