The (stray) lock, the witch and the wardrobe

So, what is it about our darling headcase that she just cannot seem to make anything work for her? Did the evil mother in law rush her out before the royal hairdresser could spray that rogue lock of hair into submission?

As for the outfit, well, it looks a lot like my Horchow curtains, except my curtains are lovely where they belong, and not worn as a dress with an ill-fitting jacket. What is it about the seamstresses who make things for Mary? The one who made that awful Uffe Frank creation that was the wedding gown couldn't manage to get it fitted properly, and this one from Heartmade makes a horrible sofa-cushion looking thing with a jacket that doesn't flatter Mary's masculine figure.


Then came the movie premiere, where Mary, once again unable to coordinate her separates, wears a bikey-punk leather cape thing with two cuff bracelets on one side (?) and shiny blue pants that remind me of the Crate and Barrel curtains in my first apartment. Her face, of course, is whiter than any of the Scandinavians around her.


Last, but not least, came the reception Mary held for her patronages, where she finally wore the jacket from Christian's christening with its God-given skirt, instead of the mismatched ugly floral print skirt, and the beige floral headpiece with the white piping on the jacket. This bitch must be color-blind. Of course, we couldn't have an entire outfit that works so she wore her umpteenth pair of nude pumps, which do not go with the fucking suit. But when people are staring at the uber-fake expression on her shiny face, they are probably not going to be looking at her shoes. And where are her tits?

Have a good weekend, my darlings, and remember, next week is yet more chances to see the parade of garbage that is Our Mary's life!!!