Oh I’m just so excited I could spit. I won’t, because I’m a lady and spitting –along with chewing gum, wearing red shoes, having a dog smaller than my handbag, a hat wider than my shoulders and whatever else the my fabulous yet perma-sloshed grandmother lights upon– is unbecoming of a lady.
So, here are the rules. I give you a certain glorious objet and you build an outfit around it. All clothes have to be at least theoretically available for purchase and come in plus sizes. Give us the outfit and the situation –as involved or simple as you’d like– in which you would wear this ensemble.
Your first test: The gorgeous-but-deadly Yves St. Laurent star stilettos. They were an instant cult favorite at the shows. Let’s see how you’d wear them in real life.