What happens when one woman (me) wears the world’s most versatile dress (a classic Diane von Furstenberg wrap) every day for thirty days? Well, there’s really only one way to find out.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Day thirty - two wraps are better than one

Tonight's predictably titled "wrap party" was a celebration of any and all things wrap-related - but I couldn't resist taking a moment to demonstrate what exactly makes a wrap a wrap. This great nation is plagued by derivatives of the original wrap concept - derivatives that dilute its essence and dull its power. Per the request of a guest, I brought my new DVF to the party to offer a how-to. I realize I was not exactly teaching orphans to read or something. But I consider it an important public service nonetheless.

Remember ladies, if you don't put it on like a coat, and if the two belts don't wrap all the way around your body and tie in front at a tightness level that you yourself choose, it's not a real wrap. And you deserve a REAL wrap!

Suddenly I was wearing two Diane von Furstenbergs! You'd think I'd have felt silly wearing two wrap dresses - but the truth is, a pack of wild dogs couldn't have separated me from my new double dress. I think it's quite fetching. Not "I'm going to wear this for thirty days fetching," but definitely "I've had two drinks and suddenly think this looks cool" fetching.

So, the DVF Experiment has been great fun. It has convinced me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the DVF wrap dress is the most versatile piece of clothing out there. It has also convinced me that the teachers at the Hathaway School in Portsmouth, RI, are either the most loyal blog followers in the world, or a complete pack of lunatics.

Happy wrapping!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Day twenty-nine - my wrap dress could beat up your wrap dress

My roommate and unofficial DVF Experiment Creative Director Amy also owns a black wrap dress. It is not a DVF. She has always been skeptical about my assertion that my wrap dress would outperform hers in the field. So we put it to the test tonight in a wrap off at the Cantab Lounge in Cambridge.

The Cantab is best described as the only bar in Cambridge where you can chat up a Harvard Law student, but where a resident of the local YMCA could also conceivably buy you a beer. It was the perfect place for a wrap dress thrown-down.

Amy's wrap cuts an intimidating form - it drapes nicely, it has a flattering capped sleeve - but it doesn't have the staying power of the DVF. After only a modest mount of dancing, her wrap started to gape in front. Mine stayed put - impressive, since for better or worse, I tend to use a lot of shoulder while dancing. (Even more impressive is the fact that it has more or less held its shape, 29 days in.)

So while Amy's knockoff is pretty to look at, I wouldn't want to get caught dancing in it. Better luck next time, poor imitation of the DVF.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Day twenty-eight -it's a slippery slope

I love the public library because it has books. And I love the CAMBRIDGE Public Library because they will let you bring tacos and eat them, right there in the stacks! I ask you, how is it possible to not feel like a princess when you're clad in a DVF and eating tacos in your local public library?

But as much as I love the CPL (and tacos, obviously) I realized today I am treading on dangerous ground. The DVF is for sure a timeless garment, and age-appropriate for almost everyone. It's always, always, about how you wear it, and with what accessories. And when you start wearing it with a long, sort of drapey cashmere sweater, and when you wear it to hang out at the Cambridge Public Library...well, you are about an inch away from officially being an Old Cambridge Lady (OCL), even if it's 30 years before you're due for induction. You might as well just get your hair cut into the telltale steely bob and start sewing your own giant sweaters.

Believe me, I am VERY much looking forward to becoming an OCL one day - I'm already a regular at zoning meetings, and I yell at drivers who speed through the crosswalks, and sometimes even shake my fist. But tomorrow I switch back to hoop earrings and heels, and I'm going to a bar like a self-respecting 34-year-old.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Day twenty-seven - Sam, Bob, and the DVF

Spring in Boston makes me want to do Boston-y things: go to a Red Sox game, eat lobster, wear a powdered wig, be unnecessarily chilly towards strangers. Today, the DVF and I did the most quintessential Boston thing a lady and her dress can do – we cut out of work early and toured the Sam Adams Brewery. Just as our forefathers did.

A mere three days ago, this dress was at an evening wedding. Today it was at a brewery, the only wrap dress in a vast ocean of men wearing hooded sweatshirts and women sporting the granddaddy of all casual looks – the white long-sleeved tee under the dark short-sleeved tee. But again, no one really noticed. The DVF is so stealth!

But "stealth" should not be confused with "un-impactful."

Boston has one bona-fide celebrity - Bob, from the Sam Adams commercials. The notoriously camera-shy Bob really does work at the brewery and people are constantly asking to take his picture. But I didn't have to ask. Like bees to honey, this dress.

You really haven't lived until you've seen Boston's most famous brewer leap off a forklift full of Sam Summer Ale and barrel across the parking lot practically begging to have his picture taken with you and your Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. Just look at how psyched he is. Pull yourself together, Bob. It's only a dress.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Day twenty-six - an accessorizing challenge

Every woman needs a DVF wrap dress in her life. You know what else she needs? An Italian with a motorcycle.

How exactly does one accessorize the DVF in this scenario, ensuring equal weight is given to both style and safety? Well, with boots obviously. And a denim jacket. And because I am a lady, I also opted for knee-length spandex. (If you look closely, you can see them peeking out from underneath the DVF.) I also went for a scarf, Red Baron-style. (In retrospect, the scarf was a bad idea, because of the Isadora Duncan factor.)

But the ride went smoothly, and now we know; the DVF is chopper-appropriate. You know it's an incredible dress when even with a helmet, you retain your hourglass figure.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Day twenty-five - A confidence cautionary tale

The DVF inspires confidence - I've known this from the beginning. But what I failed to anticipate is that the confidence aggregates. So by day 25, you're actually feeling 25 times more confident than the first time you put on the dress. I think they must add some sort of slow-release confidence chemical to the viscose.

My friend Mandy recently opened an incredible wine bar in New York, and I was there earlier this evening. Feeling like hot stuff in the DVF, I asked if I could stand on the bar's catwalk for a quick minute - that space is generally reserved for employees who are retrieving wine. She obliged.

Then I asked if I could stand behind the bar and hold her clipboard. She hesitated, and then obliged.

Finally, I asked for a red pen so that I could proofread the bar's menus. I promptly found myself on the sidewalk.

The moral of the story is...the DVF should probably be used only as directed. A dress that gives you enough confidence to attempt to exact a takeover of your best friend's wine bar - without you even realizing it - should be worn once or twice a week at most.

Day twenty-four - the DVF, plus one

This post is a day late, because common sense dictates that when you get home from a wedding (and the subsequent after party) on the far side of 2 AM, you really should not post on your blog. The DVF makes you so wise!

What the DVF does NOT do is magically turn you into a good dancer. I was unaware until I looked at my pictures from last night that this is my signature dance move/face at weddings - and, presumably, every other time I hear Bon Jovi (which is more often than you'd think):

Even if you have never been to a wedding in New Jersey, you probably could have guessed that there is a great deal of excitement when the band inevitably plays You Give Love a Bad Name. What you might not have known is that this excitement is accompanied by an almost dangerous amount of pointing. As in, YOU give love a bad name, person dancing near me in the circle. And so do YOU, guy from college who looks vaguely familiar. And YOU, waiter carrying puff pastries. And YOU, lady from table twelve. Someone could lose an eye.

Despite all the ugly dance faces and reckless pointing, the DVF still gave me enough class and style to pick up not one, not two, but THREE gentlemen. Although chances are they were not particularly interested in me and my awesome dress, but rather, were looking for someone or something solid against which to lean. The DVF makes you strong, both inside and out!