Me: It’s like getting set up on a date with a guy you don’t really like anyway, and so you wear the dress you think he’ll like, and then you go, you’re at the party, he’s there, he ignores you anyway, and the guy you really like sees you in the horrible dress.
Not that any of this has ever happened to me.
Koreanish 
And, Emily reads tonight at Amherst Books, at 8PM.
Sadly cancelled now as she’s sick.
Of course, I’m now trying to picture what kind of dress you’d wear.
Also, isn’t that the plot of a Jane Austen novel?
I’m thinking something on the short side. Flounce, maybe, at the hem, close bodice. Kicky, saucy, under a puffy down jacket. Anything but Ugg boots.
Me in any dress is going to be a bad dress.
Also, not a Jane Austen expert here. But…it seems like you might be right.
I’m seeing something courtly…
Marie…certainly…
a poof of blond shipwreck and some little shoes…
I imagine it would be enough pomp and flounce that you could certainly pull off the dress.
Anything but Uggs might be the new name of this blog. Also “blonde shipwreck and some little shoes”…