I really want this dress — and I could buy it, but it's a little tight in the hips for me, and the only thing worse than a dress you want and can't have is a dress you have but can't wear.
Actually, that's true for so many things: almost is worse than nothing. Think about it. The nonfat cookie; the hug instead of the kiss; the vice-presidency.
The only cure, as philosophers have told us since there were philosophers to tell, is to want what you have. So easy to say — so incredibly hard to do. Today's dress (that I'm wearing, as opposed to posting: black eyelet, full skirt, interesting neckline) is one of my favorites. So, for the moment, at least, I want what I have. Cross your fingers that it lasts.
A Dress A Day 
This particular dress tells me that it would be perfectly all right to slit it up to the hips, both sides, and to wear it with slim trousers in black, blue, green, or even white, like an ao dai. (I abominate the current trend of dress-over-jeans, as if one were half-changed from one’s job as a waitress, but the traditional forms, such as the ao dai or the salwar kameez are beautiful, and this could join that pantheon, because of its proportions.)
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Fabulous material.
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Yep, the fabric is glorious. Back when I used to sell regularly on Ebay, I found a couple of pieces made in southeast Asia out of of hand-dyed silks, not unlike this. They were some of the nicest fabrics I’ve ever seen. I think there was a little industry around them, but it never morphed into a fullblown Hong Kong dressmaking/tailoring thing, so no-one recognizes how wonderful they are.
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