See this blouse? The one that looks like the white one I had in the seventh grade that I used to wear with my high-waisted, Body Lingo jeans and ribbon-covered barrettes? Well, this is not just any old ruffled, high-collared blouse. It’s not even a Victorian blouse (which if memory serves, is what we used to call them). No, this is a pie crust blouse. That’s what the kids are calling them now, pie crust. On account of the collar, see? Apparently, pie crust blouses kind of a thing again, which serves 2 purposes: 1) to make those of us in our mid forties feel incredibly old for having been there the first time, and 2) carbs. Fashion types would rather poke hot needles in their eyes than eat carbs, so this must be an attempt to allow themselves the odd forbidden pastry...
