If it were 1985, I’d be writing a Who Wore It Best comparing this particular formal nightgown with one that Linda Evans wore on Dynasty to attempt to seduce Blake (barf) while he was actually distracted because he just found out that ex-wife Alexis had been painting their son-in-law’s office with poison paint and slowly shrinking his brain. Of course, if it were 1985, I’d also be in fifth grade and probably really concerned about something more pressing, like my social studies report or the terrifying Punky Brewster episode where Cherie almost dies in a refrigerator. (Just as Sweet Valley High taught me not to do cocaine, Punky Brewster taught me not to climb into an abandoned refrigerator.) Either way, she wears this very well and perhaps should consider, as her next career move, a glitzy nighttime soap full of women wrestling each other in lily ponds and other women burning down tennis clubs for spite. I’d watch.
