The Early Fred & Mary Show

Shockingly, Mary made absolutely no attempt to dress better once she had graduated from "Australian booty call" to "girlfriend" - even though she had been The Other Woman at the beginning of her relationship with Frederik, because he was still dating Bettina Odum for a few weeks after meeting Mary - it is amazing she wouldn't have even tried to better her style.


These photos clearly show that while one could take the girl out of the trash bin, it was harder to get the trash out of the girl.

Mary showing both her nipples and her navel in this hideous bellydancer matron getup, as well as her bad taste.

Black shoes were not the best option for that purple and green dress, either.

Those were the days when Mary didn't prance around in 4 inch heels as she does now.

I wonder how long it took her to learn.


However, something Mary reportedly already had at that point, was a promise ring as seen on her left hand.


More nipplage from Mary. It would be only after she said "Ja" in the church that she'd learn to wear lined bras, although being the bogan that she is, she occasionally still flashes her brassieres, probably hoping we can all see the La Perla tag.


One of the most atrocious displays of vulgarity was this ensemble Mary vomited together for the Melbourne Cup.

Look how proudly our little girl tips her hat off at the photographer. That would be her BLACK hat. With a brown/greenish nastiness of a dress. And hideous brown shoes. We are talking here about the most basic of fashion rules. No black and brown together.

Wanna see the shoes?


Here you go.

They look like the nasties in the Starmakers photos but I can't be sure, since those photos are such bad quality.

Either way, they are atrocious.

And what does our precious one choose for a finishing touch? Check it out, it's a thumb ring. Aw. So cute.

Oh wait, that's not the finishing touch.


That would be the shawl that goes with absolutely NOTHING.

There are so many things wrong with this getup that it boggles the mind how someone who is such a determined social climbing gold-digger wouldn't have at least read a fashion magazine or checked out one of those makeover books.

She is a BEFORE if there was ever one.


I part with this image of our pet, so proud of herself it just breaks your heart to know she looks like shit.

The nasty hair.

The shiny shirt.

The tight top underneath showing our darling chubbette's blubby tummy.

I'm off to open the bottle of Scotch.