So, what those of you who don’t know me personally may not realize is that sometimes I dress like a crazy person. I mean, not Solange Crazy (ONE DAY) but like Mildly Wacky Crazy. To wit: I had to forbid myself to buy any more gold lamé. I am sure there are days when people would be all, “physician, heal thyself,” and that is okay. As we always say around these parts, just because we hate your pants, it doesn’t mean we don’t like YOU. But this does mean that I suspect this outfit is totally cracked out and that I am wrong to dig it:
I mean, not the shoes. The shoes make me want to stab myself in the face. But the dress! The dress makes me want to twirl in a field and run through a thousand blooming poppies and basically act as if I’m in the world’s corniest tampon ad.
What do you think?
- I ALSO love it. Let's twirl around together! (22%, 2,437 Votes)
- It's okay. You twirl, and I'll watch. (32%, 3,643 Votes)
- It's awful. THERE WILL BE NO TWIRLING. (46%, 5,195 Votes)
Total Voters: 11,275
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