We got several e-mails from people who hated this dress that Mandy Moore wore to the License to Wed premiere.
But I rather like it, and not just because it makes her waist look tiny and her legs seem 100 miles long. No, my enjoyment of this gown comes from the fact that I know how much worse it could be: We've seen a far, far fuglier version on Trinny Woodall. So even though the sequined straps look a wee bit like a recycled Christmas craft project, Mandy's vibrant, cool-green version of the dress is SO MUCH prettier. It actually looks elegant, and not at all like she unfolded an old tablecloth from a picnic basket in her grandmother's attic and decided to claim it was "vintage" fabric just because it was old. It all goes to prove that a truth I have held dear really is inalienable: fleeing from orange gingham (and embracing a sandwich) can do WONDERS for a girl.
Plus, Mandy's hair is all flowy and sexy, and her skin looks great, and even though I accidentally saw about 25 mins of American Dreamz this weekend, I still love her. And that's saying something, because in that cinematic wasteland she's sporting such fake-and-baked skin that she looked like she was wearing a marmalade mask. So to whomever or whatever has since made her feel like a Natural Mandy: thank you.
