Saturday night. Sometimes you just need to dance. As was the case this weekend. M and I decided to brave the cold, donned our best getting jiggy with it duds, and hit the dance floor. This dress was a gift from the lovely ladies at Kimberly Taylor– it hangs in a way that doesn’t cling, the dip and sheer fabric in the back is beyond sexy, and somehow it magically make you an incredible dancer worthy of your own role in Burlesque. The only thing this dress doesn’t do is cure the next day pain from staying out until 5 am.