Every Christmas, we'd ask our grandma what she wanted. And every year, she'd say the same thing: "Just get me something to wear around the house, honey." So, off we'd go to the nearest department store, where we'd wade through racks of patterned housedresses in a little-used section that was always dim and depressing. Our goal was two-fold: to find something that didn't offend our modern sensibilities but still offered enough pocket room for Gran's remote control and bobby pins. If only we'd had Michelle Williams along as our personal shopper. Clearly, she has an eye for what the hip (whether original or titanium replacement) octogenarians are wearing, even if she doesn't want to be seen in it.