The shirtdress. You either love it or you hate it. There really isn't any in between. If you're a shirtdress hater, you're frustrated with the sheer confusion of it all, much like Faye Dunaway's bewildered character Evelyn Mulwray in Chinatown.
Faye: "She's my sister... She's my daughter... my sister, my daughter."
Jack: "I said I want the truth!"
Faye: "She's my sister and my daughter!"
Shirtdress hater: "Is it a shirt... or a dress... a shirt, or dress? I said I want the truth!"
Me: "It's a shirt and a dress!!"
I had a shirtdress à la Margot Tenenbaum that I was obsessed with when I was 7. I accessorized with a pair of beaded barrettes and a stack of friendship bracelets and was good to go. If it were only that simple now. Once I hit puberty, I always thought "Silly rabbit, shirtdresses are for kids!" Until I saw this little Geren Ford number.
Now I'm a shirtdress believer. It can happen to you.
It's okay shirtdress hater. I feel the exact same way about skorts.
*Keepin' it real.