You know what the best feature of this short dress/long shirt/normal-length tunic is? The flowy-flowy sleeves. Not because they're so pretty - and they are - but because they force you to become the woman of leisure you were meant to be. You can't cook - the sleeves will catch fire. You can't clean - the sleeves will drag through the cleansers. You can't help small children with art projects, you'll smear the masterpiece. You can, however, sit back and watch your latest netflix, with a diet coke in one hand, the remote in the other hand, and a cupcake on a saucer balanced on your knees.
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