
The eagle clearly looks alarmed, and with her demented smile Ms. Eagle seems to be flapping us a warning: “don’t take the seed from her hand! It’s poisoned! It’s poisoned!” |
That is awesome! Even the statues are horrified. |
omg |
The coat is back, and the boots and turtleneck are weather-appropriate. A win!
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She looks fabulous. She is very photogenic. Thousands of photos are taken of her and rarely do you see a bad one. |
Isn’t that her step-mother’s coat? |
Boy, she really likes this particular coat. Good for her! A win! |
Are there somehow still root?
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Were the stripes intentional? |
Are those intended to be low-lights? I live like 15-20 minutes from her, and my colorist could do SO MUCH better. I wonder where she goes and whether this is her colorist, or just her. It's really awful. I can forgive the roots growing in -- we've all been there and I don't think it's reasonable for people to go for touch-ups every other week. But this is not that.
I almost like the dress. It's very 80's. Imagine it in red, and it's exactly like something Nancy Reagan would wear. It's a little bit of an odd choice for professional/work attire -- it's more of a dinner party or wedding look, IMHO. I wouldn't ever wear it myself, but if I saw someone wearing it at a wedding, I wouldn't think "That's awful." Maybe better without so many '80s callbacks (like maybe if you ditch the neck bow and/or the blousey sleeves). |
Let me try again, more softly this time so as not to frighten anyone: those are some seriously ugly boots. At least knee high, part zip, part lace up with what looks like the extra shoelace length going around the ankle again like the initial ones snapped and she bought a replacement set at CVS, but didn’t know how long they were supposed to be. She has seriously great attention to detail. Between her scuzzy boots and her rats nest hair, she really shows the value of being detail oriented. |
She’s doing her own hair now, isn’t she? Picture her in that little cosmonaut cap that used to come with highlights (does it still?), skunk chunks of hair yanked through, practicing her throaty dialogue for an insta story. Also, not joke, my grandmother wore this dress in 1986 to my uncle’s wedding, and almost in this exact shade of blue (Granny’s was just a wiggle more periwinkle). It is literally a Mother of the Groom dress, including the pleated chiffon skirt. |
I think the outfit would have worked if the top and bottom were different colors or more modern colors.
But really, all that matters here is that nightmare hair. Oh, her hair. Her poor poor hair. She is doing to her hair what her father is doing to democracy. |
BWAHAHAHAHA. You are hilarious! |
And, also, his hair. |