Last night, I dreamt of this dress.
If I had an extra $140 (ha!) in my checking account, I would've been on the train this morning to the mall to ogle it in person. Black! Cotton! Trench dress! Oh, why are you not mine?
(I also dreamt that after buying this dress, I drowned Anna Wintour, who was very reminiscent of the marionettes from "Team America". Skinny bitch wouldn't stay dead, though.)