Your Best Dotted Swiss
Way back before he was my father-in-law, my then-boyfriend’s dad would ask if I was going to, “put on my best dotted Swiss,” whenever we were expected for a dinner or a party where there would be actual grown-ups in attendance. Unfortunately, this turn of phrase is completely lost on the next generation, and my daughter looks at me like I’m cuckoo when I tell her the same thing. Maybe if she borrows this dotted Swiss blouse from me, she’ll figure out what that old school shorthand for ladylike and demure means. This version would look great with either destroyed denim or sharp trousers.