You might wear it out and walk through a park on your way to a restaurant and your elegant glamour will catch the eye of an inquisitive squirrel. Said squirrel will squeak to all its friends and acquaintances that they have a "code silver" situation, and all in the squirrel community will immediately spring to attention, leaving their dinners half-eaten and their makeup half-done. They'll amass by the old conker tree and wait for you, lovely OP, who will approach all stylish and glittering with no idea what's to come.
It isn't going to be pretty. I'm not going to lie to you.
Those squirrels will leap away with their furry bastard fists full of silver sequins, back to their community hub in the elm by the dogshit bins. Hundreds of them, gleeful as their paws overflow with plastic silver discs. They'll be making the sequinned disco balls they've dreamt of for their Summer Ball, and you, dear dear OP, will be left in a nice top and granny knickers in the park, wondering why squirrels are such arseholes.