Michelle Obama’s inaugural get-ups weren’t at their eye-popping best. And yet in her usual display of opulence FLOTUS 44 went through something like twenty five changes, which, of course give plenty of fodder to your humble blogger.
Lets start with her pre-party children’s inaugural ensemble. While an ostrich might be preferable to a peacock, it’s still an ostrich. Hi-Lo hemline is easy to overdo, and if anyone knows about overdoing, it’s Michelle. Unfortunately, this McQueen shirt is one of those garments that one pretty much has to be a model to get away with.
On to the outdoor daytime inaugural look. For the afternoon festivities MO wore a helmet and a pair of blood-stained gloves.
It’s not just that I don’t particularly like the coat because tiny geometric print punctuates the seams, and some of the panels are wider than others, which makes her look a bit odd. All in all the coat is not bad, especially considering the source. But her helmet hair, together with the stiff coat lines, the shiny belt, the pointy shiny toe, the fuchsia gloves and the cool tones made her look like a space alien about to use her mechanical hands to repel away a bitter clinger or two.
Because so many people already think she’s a meanie, she should generally get away from severe looks. In this particular case, incorporating warm browns, round toe shoes, or, like the presidential lip-syncher, soft curls would go a long way.
At the ball the First Lady of Fabulous wore a shiny (doh!) LBD and a red gown.
Last time she wore a white dress with fluffy trimming and a thick strap across one shoulder.
I can see the thinking here. Since she already wore white, what’s left is black and red, and it can’t be black or red, she has to have both. Reminds me of how our ever-sophisticated First Lady wore a gold dress for hubby’s Nobel “Peace” Prize ceremony and then a silver dress for the reception. Based on her sartorial choices alone, Michelle Obama is much more of an open book than her husband.
And besides her dresses? What is Michelle known for if not flaunting riches and telling working women how to raise kids? Take away these two and all that’s left is a gal who’s only proud of her country on the occasions of her husband’s inaugurals.
IMPORTANT UPDATE: I totally missed it. It’s Romulan: