I tried on the new one tonight, and it's AMAZING. That's not to say it's sexy--heaven's no, this outfit will never be sexy. But I don't have to roll the skirt down six times at the waist to keep the hem from dragging the ground. I won't have horrible nightmares about stepping on the hem as I walk up to the stage, dragging the skirt down and exposing my pantyhose-clad posterior to the audience.
Holy Shoulder Pads, Batman! Pardon the red, just-washed look of my face, and the messy ponytail that's been there since 7:00 this morning.