I will leave you to decide if we're still listening for whispers of a Uterine Secret. This dress is cute, though, but I'm not sure I personally could wear it without feeling like that gray panel draws attention to the part of me I hate the most: my sandwich purse (read: my stomach).
This ALMOST seems like something one could try at home. It might also look like you hit your head and forgot you'd already put on a long-sleeved t-shirt.
Pass. Too many abs for me. It looks like a sports bra with sleeves.
Seriously, a lot of these I DO need to see and feel and touch in order to make a judgment call. This is why I never bother hitting refresh to order any of it online, and so the cycle of empty-handedness continues.
Why is she here, and WHAT are those PANTS? They look bad with the top, but the also just look bad in LIFE. This whole thing looks like a bad trip to Buffalo Exchange.
I might like this better than about 90 percent of what she wears. Thank you, Peter Pilotto.