
I love her and this is the closet that I think anyone could get to making this work, but: No. This is a sartorial migraine and it's giving me a real one.

ALSO NO. If the previous look was a sartorial migraine, this is sartorial nausea. It's so sickly sweet. This is what they'd make the servers wear if there was a Hooters-type ice cream joint that was obsessed with milkmaids.

This feels very Weird Science of her. If you're going to do it, go Full Kelly Le Brock and get the spiral perm.

This is very cute and SO DEMURE compared to everyone else. Don't you feel like Aja got to this party and was like, "HELLO, why didn't any of you tell me that we were all wearing the wackiest thing we currently own?!"

For my money, this dress manages to be both intense and enjoyable. But I might just have Stockholm Syndrome by now.
