Watching reruns of What Not to Wear is one of my guilty pleasures. My favorite part? When the guest refuses to toss her ratty sweats, insisting that nothing else could ever be as comfortable. Eye roll. She’s obviously never tried on this number from DVF. This thing has so much extra space that I could eat my way through any city with room to spare and, whaddya know, it doesn’t look like I’ve just rolled out of bed.
Even if it did, I’d still wear it. I mean, nothing else could ever be as comfortable.