Something about shirtdresses make me think I could wear them on my imaginary ranch, while gathering eggs, visiting my loyal horse friend in the stables, standing at the back door looking out over the Wyoming mountains, etc. (Not, of course, while actually doing ranch work and getting dirty. Nobody ever mentioned that in My Friend Flicka.)

Anyway, here’s the pattern–I added the sleeve cuffs on the left to the straight-skirted version in the middle:

Here’s the fabric:

And here’s a rumpled and dark modeled shot at the end of yesterday:
On the ranch I’d never be rumpled, though. I’m sure of it.