This blouse has been a bone of contention between my photographer-husband and me. He claimed it looked like a dentist's smock; I maintained that it could be beautiful, with a little astute styling. Eventually, a girl has to put her money where her mouth is a prove that her man-repelling pieces can be sexy [even though for the record, sexy is definitely not what my style is all about. I always dress for myself; my rationale basically boils down to, "What do men know about fashion, anyway?']Personally, I think I won this round. But then again, everything looks good next to the impeccable tailoring of a Chanel jacket. I'm still astounded that this gem hangs in my...