Yesterday, one of you said that the Duchess of Cambridge’s Erdem frock reminded you of your meemaw, and lo and behold, this frock reminds me of mine. To me, this dress says, “come on in and watch Dallas with me, honey, while I let you read the National Enquirer and eat an entire jar of maraschino cherries for dinner.” And while that was, indeed, a truly PARADISIACAL evening for a nosy young woman with a taste for Red Dye 40, it’s maybe not totally what I’d want to wear in public in 2019.