Join me, won't you, as we descend into the depths of the expensive and hideous. No snorkle required!*
"What do you mean the bottom of the coat got caught in the shredder, and the only material we have on hand is a bath mat? We're a high-end design house! We can't. . . Oh, to hell with it, just staple them together and meet me at the bar."
I've been staying away from jumpsuits and rompers because they're so intrinsically stupid that there's nothing that interesting about a stupid-looking one.
So I'll say this for our psuedo-military, crotch-bag friend here: It's managed to take stupid-looking to a whole new level.
Speaking of which. . . I wonder, is there a subset of wealthy people who intentionally make themselves look as unappealing as possible, in order to determine who is just attracted to them for their money?
It's like someone went to clown college and majored in crocheting.
And to think your dad complained about the tacky short you gave him for Father's Day.
Another thing I've resisted so far is the impulse to post very, very short dresses with a "that's not a dress, that's a shirt" label, because it just makes me seem old and crotchety. But this? This is not a dress. This is a shirt.
*Barf bag recommended.
2 comments:
I agree on the awful Burberry coat - but think the accompanying shoes rate an honorable mention.
Mom
I have to disagree. That "dress" is not a shirt, it's a slutty 70s flight attendant costume, for use during private adult time with a special loved one who enjoys reminiscing about the good old days of flying in the 70s.
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