First stop at the DSS? Zoe Boutique. I pulled a swath of heavenly black pleats from the rack, pulled it on over my clothes.
Sold. And at $79, this Waverly Grey frock was a steal. (Pardon the grainy selfie. Only shot I have.)
But I still wondered whether it was "too much." So I finally caved and called the hostess. "Not quite cocktail" was the answer. She's wearing a dress, but not a cocktail dress. Some folks will be coming from work, but then the older crowd tends to dress for these events.
Still conflicted, I turned to twitter. And the best advice of the night, even though it does keep me from the hoped for emergency shopping, came from, of all places, a chef.
Cogito Ergo Sauté, you see, is a personal chef service. Who would know better than the person creating the canapés?
I will be wearing the dress.