So apparently the Fashion Gods decreed that this season will consist of clothes that look like one of my dogs yakked up Grandma’s curtains.
I mean, really?
Look! Someone pulled a Scarlett! I’m betting, however, that Rhett’s not impressed:
Here’s my real issue with this spring’s floral craze — only the skinniest of women want to emphasize a butt with … eye-catching flowers?! Seriously? I spend more time downplaying that particular asset then I do shopping for bras. Why, WHY, would any woman put these on, let alone wear them out in public? Little Shop of Horrors indeed.