Holy freakin' eighties, Batman! I don't think I've seen such a tragic grey-neon combination since before Nirvana was cool.
I'm not sure why I find this dress so gross. Part of it is the colour- I don't like coral- but mostly, I think it's just reminiscent of a sponge. I want to clean my dishes with it.
A colour combination envisaged in Heck. Cadet blue and Starter Log orange? Not so amazing.
From the long-lost Carmen Miranda movie Tropical Thrift, produced to combat the pathos of the Great Depression, in which Our Intrepid Heroine makes a party dress out of some old sheets. Unfortunately, Carmen is attacked by a vicious dog who rips half the thing off her body, but our plucky gal straps on some tack-ass wooden beads and part of a donated curtain, and keeps dancing! God bless you, miss.
Oh, cool, I totally have this bathmat!
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