Marion’s maternity style has included a lot of things that not even SHE is making work, because they are the sorts of items that wring out all the magic from your soul and leave it drip-drying in a cold room. But this puffy shirt is really kind of working for me. I know that a garment born of a blurry three-way between a cape, a button-down, and an art class smock should not make sense, but she and her real human baby are making me and my holiday food baby — which was a summer food baby and then a Beginning of Football Season food baby; basically I am always pregnant by sandwiches — want to invest in one of these. Talk me out of it, please. OR DON’T.