The Orange Dress, and What It Says About Me

I have this fantasy that I look good in long flowy things.  If I ever did, I certainly don't now.  And yet my eye is drawn to dresses like this one in a shop window in Karakoy, Istanbul.  I refused to go in and try it on, so Sue took a picture of it for me and said, "Maybe you can sew it!"  James and I had an hour to kill this afternoon before a wedding rehearsal, so we went to TJMaxx so I could look for a new dress for tomorrow's wedding.  James found a great shirt.  I tried on 6 dresses that all looked terrible on me.  I tell myself the problem is that they all had empire waists, rather than just draping from the neck like this one.  They made me look all chest and stomach, with footballer shoulders and stumpy legs.  Not the look I was going for.  So without the gathered waist, could I carry off a flowy dress like this one?  Or would I just look like a tent on legs? (stumpy legs)  Perhaps I'll go to a classier store and try on a bunch of flowy dresses and see if it's the waistline or just the whole drapey thing that doesn't work. I hear Stacey and Clinton from "What Not to Wear" saying, "Structure, dear.  Structure!"  The story of my life.  I need structure.  When I want to be flowy.