on my way to the tea party

nothing beats the staple, LBD and pumps. why give a fuss over what to wear over a party? because, time and again, we are being fried over public scrutiny. our prerogative therefore is to try to dress our best and put a foot forward bragging our prada heels. then we'll call the hostess of the party, holding our YSL medium leather bag, and we walk across the room to give a speech. everyone looks at us and started to envy our Oscar de la Renta Wool Crepe Tunic dress. the silhouette of our dress is 'to-die-for'. this is New York City, where everyone, and everyone, wears designer.