judging amy

If you want to be friends with me, I WILL USE YOU. And you'll like it.

A few weeks ago I decided I wanted to have some of my college girlfriends over, it's been awhile since we had a large gathering [I've seen most of these women at random for coffee dates and other lovely times], so I took matters into my own hands. Random fact about me: I LOVE to prep for a gathering; I HATE hosting.

Weird?

Since I hate the latter, I don't host many large gatherings [I live for quality one-on-one time], but sometimes the former wins out and I get to planning.

I chose a night and then I chose the event plan.

Yup. I made my friends judge my wardrobe.

Food.
Craft.
Judging.
Movies.
Sounds like a good night, right?

We're building a cult following for Pitch Perfect, so Fat Amy was the theme.
Amy-Amy, get it?

These are the Signs of Judgement: CRUSHED IT! [yes], ...mmm, better not [no]

Sarah's ready to get down to business.

I'm tired of having clothes I don't love in my wardrobe. It's annoying. We all have this, right? It's on clearance so I MUST PURCHASE IT. I lost weight last year...I gained weight this year [not exercising will do that, weird] and I don't feel as good as I want to in what I have. So, I needed to recruit some secondary opinions and I'm adding some judgement of my own when I'm looking at pictures. Plus these ladies convinced me to put things together that I wouldn't normally. Bonus!

The purple sweater needs a button-up under it. I own zero button-ups [this was identified as something missing from my wardrobe].

I'm always iffy on the black shirt [top row center], but it was determined as a BIG WINNER. You can also see my cardigan from 1999 below. BOOM. 

Also decided: I can wear skinny jeans, just not in the ugly color I previously owned. They also 100%, completely DENIED two of my favorites. The poppy print in the lower right corner of the above is one of them. Waaaaa! I don't want to put it in the giveaway bag. The other is the floral dress in the second set of pictures. THEY HATED IT: the tiered skirt, the print, the shape. I love it, but in the bag it went. 

The woman in the middle in the hippie tie-dye threw her sign at me and hit my face, she calls herself a "pacifist." (-;

Smooches, Jess.

This is my college roommate making fun of the way I dance:

Someday, I'm going to tell you about my mad [TERRIBLE] dancing skills. Unfortunately, this is probably a good example...

Shout out to my ladies for helping me CRUSH IT on a daily basis, with or without backup dancers.


love you people.
xo