It's more daring than usual. But hey, it's a Spring Swing. Rebirth or something like that. She's a new Blythe.

Or, at least, an old Blythe with new clothes. She's totally at ease (not really) in the lace dress, the stockings, the shoes. And there's a smile on her face as she pointedly avoids the dance floor. Look. Food in her hand. She can't possibly dance.