Is it a nightie? No. Is it a maternity cover-up? No. Is it regalia usually associated with the elderly? Not really. Thank you for your sweet guesswork though, boyf. The beauty of this co-ord lies in the affinity you share with broderie anglaise. I share a deep and meaningful affinity with this embroidery technique, so it only made sense that I made it my own and welcomed it into my ‘forever’ wardrobe. My Forever Wardrobe consists of things I justify the purchase of by convincing myself that they will stand the test of time and taste (in a sartorial sense, of course – I don’t go around licking covetable clothing). Garms that most commonly fall into this category consist of: all-white anything – “So chic! Very ‘forever wardrobe'”; leather – “Leather is for life, not just for Sale time”; heavy embellishment – “I can imagine no time in my life that I won’t want my outfit to chime louder than the club sound system booming Super Bass”; fur – “they *do* say that we’re running out of fossil fuels at an alarming rate – what if central heating is a thing of the past?” and so on and so forth. I’ve justified many an unjustifiable purchase in this way; I urge you all to try it. And anyway, what on this earth is more pleasurable to don than a nightie and more food-baby forgiving than maternity wear? I rest my case.