Am I wrong for wanting to put this on and then run through a field? Because it seems like an incredibly reasonable reaction to something so extremely girly and romantic. If I were feeling cranky, I might note that this dress could conceivably boast a surfeit of boob flaps. But I’m not, and A Surfeit of Boob Flaps is one of Philip Roth’s more elegant, lesser-known works, so I’m going to let it be.
The back is sassy:
But mostly I just want to know more about that lipstick.