Hello Lovely Ladies! Heather here. For those of you living in Chicago, I hope you are staying warm and dry, who knew it was monsoon season in the City? This week’s topic is Exposed!

To shake things up a bit, our lead story comes from a lovely and talented friend of ours, Charla. But don’t fret, Lauren and I will keep you entertained throughout the week with more of our tales and yours. Enjoy!

Over-exposed at Cartier:

So I’m invited to the oh-so exclusive Palm Beach Cartier Christmas party and decide to fully glam it up festive style and wear my “red threat dress”. You know the one that makes you a threat to all the attached ladies in the room to hold onto their man cause you’re such a hottie one?

Yeah, well, it was body skimming, short (I had the legs for it at the time) and loooow backed with a drape front, only supported by two teeny tiny spaghetti straps at the shoulder (I had the back and arms for it at the time too.)

Ok, so what do you do at such a Christmas party but grab some mighty tasty and expensive (free) champagne, try on jewelry you DO NOT have the bank account to purchase, but hope that your date does then go and ask Santa (hired entertainment) to bring you the said wish list for Christmas, right?

Well, that WAAAAAS the plan until, while carrying champagne and handbag in one hand, pashmina over the shoulder on the other side, I strut my way up to Santa and low and behold the pashmina on my left shoulder starts to slide. In order to stop it, I’d have to spill or drop the champagne glass (lead crystal, of course) so I figured if I just try to stand a little taller it’ll stop the fateful slide. WRONG! It proceeded to fall of my shoulder and take my dress strap with it! Even worse, my dress dropped below my waist on the left side so that my boob, sans bra, was staring at Santa, his elves and the rest of the Christmas party.

Needless to say, I didn’t return the following year. Can you say “fashion victim?”

Charla, Chicago, IL