nothing matters when we're dancing

Let's all take a moment here to appreciate that at no point on Saturday night did I spill anything onto my new silk dress, despite dinner involving lots of standing up and dipping skewers into peanut sauce, and having cocktails in an elbow-to-elbow crowded room.

Colorblock dress (shroud what?), Marni for H&M; heels, Seychelles.

I mean, yes, this dress is now drenched in sweat from the Windy City Soul Club dance party and needs a hand-washing tonight. But that's due to my danciness, not my clumsiness.

(Merci to Stacey for photos)

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