Beautiful girl. Seriously, Kay and her sister Danielle are blessed with some really good genes. They will appreciate that — and their decision to wear sunscreen — when they are older.
However, Kay may not appreciate the memory of this outfit:
I want to like it, because of the bright color and the sparkly sequins that flirt with my retinas like a Diet Coke machine in the middle of a Pepsi factory. But I keep coming back to wondering why a lovely twenty-year old is wearing one of Phyllis Diller’s favorite old blouses.
And with those shoes:
Now, I have an anti-espadrille bias, which is to say that I am not a fan of the twine shoe sole. They displease me on a deep aesthetic level, and also, an espadrille once attacked my father and then drank all the orange juice without bothering to tell anyone, “Hey, next time you’re at the store, please pick up more orange juice.” So you understand my feelings.
These might not be the worst espadrilles I’ve ever seen, but they are totally clunky with this outfit, and — although it actually shows better in the other photo — totally hijacking her feet.
Un-hijack this poor lass, Fug Nation. Would you replace the shoes? What would you do to the dress? Would you hit “delete” on this whole encounter — by which I mean, the outfit, not the entry? Although I suppose either is an appropriate option.