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.
After work and before dinner, Dawn and I stopped by Kimberly Taylor‘s 9th Avenue boutique. Yes, the designs are absolutely fabulous, flattering, and very, very sexy, but I was more focused on the company. Marina, the head of Kimberly’s pr team, used to be my intern. And not just any intern, my most favorite intern of all time.
Dawn, Kimberly, Marina, and I caught up, gossiped, and shared work stories while trying on quite possibly the world’s more seductive clothes. Kimberly and Marina insisted that I take home this oh la la black-and-nude number which is definitely going to be my Friday (and probably Saturday) night outfit. My only concern is that after last night’s Chinatown dumpling venture, it might now be a tad tight.
Kimberly’s blue nails