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.