This makes me think that a bride — stressed out from the pressure of planning her nuptials — was laying awake in her bed one night, ruminating, when she had a brain wave. “I’VE GOT IT,” she said, sitting straight up and frightening the cat terribly. “It’s a bridesmaid’s gown. It’s a track suit. It’s a BRIDESMAID’S TRACK SUIT and it’s VERY comfortable.” She laid back and smoothed out the duvet over her chest, a self-satisfied smile stretching across her face. “They’ll certainly wear it again,” she said, and fell deep into a dreamless sleep.