This is what I wore to Easter dinner and it's essentially the anti-Easter dress. Generally I feel pretty iffy about pastels, and the rain that day didn't help the cause. Although! It was more than roomy enough to go back for seconds and already ripped enough to be baby-friendly for the whole evening. I suppose the white might dock a few points from the baby-friendliness of it all, but did I ever tell you about the time that this sweater was thrown-up on in the back of a cab at 6am? And look at it now! A shining beacon of hope for white knits everywhere. Come one, come all children. Your mustard hands are welcome here.