But actually it's mainly a night for everyone to get all dressed up in their jewels & furs & what-not, to drink ice-cold martinis made in an ice-cold bar carved out of ice-cold ice, to eat a fabulous 6 course meal, and to dance the night away to a mediocre band. I came home with my toe bleeding. Someone always steps on me. Two years ago I actually had a toe broken on that dance floor. So if anyone knows where I can get steel-toe stilettos, please let me know.
This year was a year to cut back, we all know that. Many of us went shopping in our own closets and retrieved something we'd worn in years past. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
And there was black. So much black. A sea of blackness. A huge, black hole of black dresses and pantsuits and other black things. Plus it was cold outside. Icy-cold. As cold as that martini bar. So I think a lot of women went more casual, with more pants and jackets than usual, just to stay warm.
Ok, so there wasn't a ton of style to see, but here are a few highlights:
Sorry--here's that dang ugly carpet again! Sally had on the most elegant black satin D'Orsay pumps with gold embellishment. Manolo Blaniks again (these Schaake ladies have good taste) BUT she found them for half-price, how lucky is that? She said she bought them on a trip when she had forgotten her bag. I'm gonna try that next time I go somewhere....