I spied with my little eye this fun, flirty, flowery number at Anthropologie, and I think it needs to be mine. (I would say that I need it to be mine, but really, I think the dress told me it should be with me. And no, it, unfortunately was not one of the things that came home with me the other day....)
If I called it a uniform for delivering flowers in, I wonder if I could use it as a tax right off? Hmmm.
You can see the dress here too!