A few weeks ago, my company hosted its annual lovely and lavish holiday party. It was held at the Museum of Fine Arts for the fourth year in a row and the setting was as beautiful as ever. Photographer Lizzie took a few pictures of me in front of said beautiful backdrop, and, as ever, they were great, they just didn't fit this blog's carefully curated (bland) aesthetic. So, later on in the evening, substitute photographer Tim snapped these shots outside the bathrooms. In this setting, with its stark, white walls and fluorescent light, I felt much more at home.

Onto the outfit: my mom has worn this dress several times over the last 15+ years (the Filene's Basement purchase paid off). Every time she wore it, younger Alie would yearn for adulthood: for the time she too would have the elegant occasion and the hips to justify its wear. That kid craving adulthood was an idiot like Tom Hanks was an idiot in Big. Still, when we went to a Fenway bar following the holiday party, a drunk college coed wouldn't stop talking about how much she loved the dress, so maybe kid Alie wasn't totally wrong.

Dress - Mom's closet (guest bedroom)

Lipstick - Mom's makeup drawer

Bracelets - Mom's jewelry drawer

Clutch - Aldo

Shoes - DSW