There is a part of me that loves this:

And it is the part of me that really appreciates the whole concept of crazy old ladies showing up places looking majestic and embroidered, like an amazing sofa in a moldering, haunted estate. Do I want to wear a cape made of French silk formerly used to upholster a chaise longue in the abandoned Newport summer home of an aging heiress who dropped dead in her private elevator, irreparably breaking her lorgnette? ABSOLUTELY. But not until I wandering around my own moldering estate, you guys. Everything  in its own time. In other words, SJP, get back to us with this in about forty years.