It's hard for me to evaluate this dress properly -- it's Friday morning and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, so every time I stare at this picture my eyes go fuzzy and the red carpet starts to blend with her waist contours, so that she just looks like a big red blotch.
Once my vision sharpens again, I start to covet her clutch. The rest of the dress has me torn -- there's something pretty and romantic and girly about it, but there's also an aura of Little Miss Muffet poking her legs through her tuffet and going on her merry way. Which is horribly impractical -- if that damn fool spider comes along again and sits down beside her, she's got nowhere to run.
Once my vision sharpens again, I start to covet her clutch. The rest of the dress has me torn -- there's something pretty and romantic and girly about it, but there's also an aura of Little Miss Muffet poking her legs through her tuffet and going on her merry way. Which is horribly impractical -- if that damn fool spider comes along again and sits down beside her, she's got nowhere to run.
