It's not that often you see someone going Full Orange in a way that does not involve a mishap at Mystic Tan.
I actually LOVE this color on her; she's radiant. It makes me want to drink a tall glass of OJ, spread some marmalade on a croissant, and then eat a creamsicle -- in the very best way. In fact, the only reason I'm even remotely "feh" on it is that the fussy little thigh-length drape in the front seems a bit unnecessary, as does the train. Also, my eyes keep mistaking the the Celtic-knot detail on the chest for a big blurry spot in the photo, and I prefer evening gowns that DON'T inspire me to duck into Lens Crafters.
