I'd like it if it wasn't flowery, and if it was longer. And grey, with big pockets. Oh, and some sleeves. And linen. Then I'd love it and swish and swash in the playground with my hands in my vast pockets. I'd wear it with Blundstone boots and hand knitted red socks. I might put a little cute puppy on the pocket too, just for that extra touch of glamour and elegance.
Unfortunately no such dress exists so I'll have to wait for DD to move on from making Barry dresses to making me dresses.
Why are some people getting wound up about a SRD? It's funny, I like that it's like the old days and happens so infrequently these days. I am 92 though.