So, this isn’t entirely fugly. It is not a festering sore in humanity, nor a boil on the bum of Captain Abhorrent.
But it just feels like it could be… more. Better. I’d start with the length, and then investigate whether it needs sleeve surgery. All I know is, right now, I keep thinking she’s wearing a bathrobe. And while that often sounds great with a cocktail, it usually involves a couch and cable TV rather than a patio and some ruby slipper prototypes that wouldn’t hold the red dye.