dinner without denim

 

Almost everything about last night's dinner party at my friend Gregg Renfrew's home was perfect from the Antony Todd-designed setting to the power-female company to the ratio of protein to vegetables to honeycomb-covered chocolate. The only thing askew: my jeans! I was the only one in denim and was instantly horrified upon walking through the front door. If only I had worn something more splashy, like the Endless Rose fringed skirt ($110), or the All Saints sequin skirt ($299), or the red maxi H&M. Next time...