Those shoes are covered in tiny gold balls (or spikes; something three-dimensional, anyway) and I embrace how festive they are. This whole thing screams, "I'M A HOLIDAY TABLESCAPE," for real. I mean, wearing a tablescape isn't always the most clever of plans, but at least it IS a plan.
But this looks less like a mullet dress -- cocktail party in the front, formal family dinner in the back -- and more to me like two dresses of different lengths pasted together. I should hate it so much more than I do. I should have flames on the side of my face, when really I just feel mildly wind-burned.
I just hope that she remembers not to lie down at this event. Someone might put a place setting on the small of her back.