I drove home at 9:47 PM and sat in my car in Nashville and cried for twenty minutes. Not because anything bad happened. Because I had spent twenty years choosing the dress that wouldn't draw attention.

The Remi is what I built instead. A notch-neck printed oversized midi with deep pockets — 8 prints chosen for the woman who wants to walk in and have the room notice before she's said a word.

Put it on. The outfit already exists. No combining, no second-guessing, no third thing that makes it work.