In my 50-something years, I have never owned a little black dress. Mostly because I don't really have a cause to wear one. My life is pretty casual and if I do dress up for an occasion, I've chosen dresses with color. But I was recently invited to an event that gave me a good excuse to go out and buy my first little black dress.
My son received an invitation to a fundraiser for breast cancer research from a friend of his whose daughter is a two time breast cancer survivor: "Every Little Black Dress Needs a Pink Ribbon." It was being held at the long abandoned, newly renovated train station. My son's fiancee was going to be out of town, so he asked me to be his date. It was the perfect excuse to buy my own little black dress, see the renovated station, and support a great cause.
My little black dress
Me and my date
There was a wine bar and hors d'ouvres, entertainment, a silent auction (son tried to win a scrub autographed by the stars of Grey's Anatomy for his girl - a huge fan - but the bidding got a little too steep), and the night was capped off by a fashion show of little black dresses modeled by breast cancer survivors.
It was a great night. The train station was beautifully renovated with marble walls and gorgeous windows and doorways, and ornate lighting.
The event was well-attended. I chatted with a few people I knew and many more that I'd never met before. As we walked in the door we were each given a pink ribbon to add to our outfit. As you can see by this picture, not only black dresses need a pink ribbon.
Voluptuous - coming soon
Silken Canvas - available now