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I have a confession: theme parties and I are in a toxic relationship. They seduce me with one word, “theme.” Then they whisper sweet nothings like “coordinated,” “picture-perfect,” and “just one accessory.” Two hours and three online carts later, I own a drawer of things I will never wear again.
It starts innocently. “Wear mustard,” someone says about a wedding. Mustard sounds classy. I bought a mustard kurta. Then someone posts a bridesmaid photo where even the mehndi artist is mustard.
Suddenly, my kurta is shy. I need mustard shoes. Mustard bangles. A mustard purse that matches the single lipstick shade the bride picked. When did weddings become Pantone audits?
Theme parties invent needs like they’re product managers. “Bring a prop,” they say. Prop equals purchase. “Come in retro,” they say. Retro equals a denim jumpsuit that fits like a question mark.
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I have outfits with price tags still attached. I have props in storage that could hide a small elephant. I have mismatched earrings because one pair refused to vibe with the theme.
The real crime is the emotional currency. You don’t just buy an outfit. You buy validation. Likes = worth. Comments = social currency. Suddenly, you’re a walking billboard for a brand you don’t even follow. And the guilt after? Immense. The eco-guilt, the wallet-guilt, the “why did I buy a neon fanny pack?” guilt.
I tried solutions. Rent. Recycle. Borrow. Each one works until someone announces a new color. Then I became a shopper with commitment issues. My cats judge me from the sofa. They bat at the glitter I never used.
If you throw me an invitation that says “theme,” expect three things: a dramatic sigh, an anxious scroll, and me pretending I’m fine while quietly plotting to bring a neutral scarf. Because my soul likes spontaneity. My closet does not.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
Find the blogger: Katyayani Joshi
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