When I was little, my dad used to often cart me over to his friends' house during his custody weekends...they had daughters my age and it was fun for me. But he would always take me home at night, and sometime it would be a longish (~30 min) drive that my tiny bladder couldn't handle.
So, after a mishap or 2 he had me sit on a well constructed poly-vinyl picnic blanket contraption he made that would contain my...accidents.
This dress reminds me of that contraption. And pee. Go figure.
It also makes me want to stab myself in the eye because it is so horrific that I can't believe it was made.
Who in the F--K thought, "Oh! Brainstorm! You know what would be HAWT? A picnic blanket (ok, gingham, I know) gown! With flutter sleeves! OMG! I am going to be a LEGEND."
Mmm. Hmm.
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