Even aside from the enormous magnetic nostalgic draw of this puffed and plaided blouse, I'm puzzled as to how she could manage to not look like a Home Economics major? I would have said it couldn't be done -- the little house on the prairie collar, the four food groups puffed sleeves, teamed up with school uniform navy pants? I mean, this gal has gone deep into what I know to be very hostile -- deadly even-- style territory, liberated the hostages and has returned triumphant. And somehow, sassy. She is my hero.
But a wise caveat lest
you're I'm tempted to relive my glory days as a Sunday school teacher (the parallel rise of religious extremism is purely coincidental) -- style is a one-way street. You can never go back, regardless of how mad hawt you I looked in your Boundary Waters red and black oversized sweater. Ever forward my friends, inexorably, bravely staggering forward, blazing new trails of eye-watering impropriety.