Well, Mrs. Trudeau missed the fashion boat by a nautical mile. Her dress today was a disastrous mish-mash of red, orange and black?! What was she thinking? I didn't know where to look because one couldn't determine a pattern that made sense -- just a Jackson-Pollock splat of colours. Was she trying to channel the Canadian autumn? That's about all I could figure out.
Where is The Duchess of Cambridge when we need her?
Anxious to see if she might redeem herself for the state dinner, I awaited as she lighted from the car. Oh no! Another disaster! A purple and orange affair that highlighted all the wrong body parts, hugging and outlining as it did her bosom and waist. And that hair! Just hanging down her back in obvious need of a root job.
Speaking of hair, what is Michelle Obama thinking?! You could hardly make out her face behind all of it. Just a mess. I harkened longingly back to Jackie, who would have topped off that dress with full-length evening gloves. Orange gloves would have saved Sophie's; black, white or red Michelle's.
With only about 20 discretionary invitations, Trudeau must have had to cut at least three deserving folks to accommodate Margaret and his in-laws. Frankly, I would have liked to have seen something of Margaret, but she seems to be being kept under wraps. Let's hope she's on her meds.
Apparently, 35 percent of the guest list is made up of bag men, but the seamiest to strut in front of the camera was Gary Bettman. Please.
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