You could also wear a bolero with the dress, and gussy it up with blingy thingys.
Poor Sally. She probably has a 1940’s mind-set that precludes experimenting with color and style. She has my deepest sympathy.
Jeans and t-shirts. I was there in my teens, too. At least I picked shirts other than black, though.
We’re looking at upper 70s on Sunday. I might wear the dress to church as a last hurrah, although you never know what temperatures will be here through October.