A dress well suited

I can't stop making dresses. For daytime. Maybe the part of me that plays adult Garanimals every morning wants to call it a day. Maybe acting out against the sight of one more black fitted suit, one more supposedly new boyfriend jacket, one more rehash of skinny pants/man jacket pretending to be fresh. But the idea that I can zip up and go, hold my own in a roomfull of "suits", and still feel more than fine-I'm up for that. You?