I saw this photo in my Tumblr feed this morning. HOW FABULOUS IS THIS?! I could just fly through that hair…

How is there only one comment about this fabulousness??? The boots alone make my fingers quiver with the desire to transcribe my adoration and amazement at almost EVERYTHING going on in this outfit. We’ve got: an anklet over black Cruella Deville stiletto boots, lusciously plump little legs wrapped in silky smoky stockings, black velvet HOT HOT HOT pants (not my choice for inhibiting the growth of yeast, but who am I to judge?), timeless black gloves set off by chunky and imposing costume jewelry, a bag that says “With this ensemble there’s no point in competing,” cleavage that forms the most deliciously inviting M since Big Macs hit the scene, rabbit fur as the icing on this SHUT UP cake, and sinfully muted creme toned makeup that makes her look like Twiggy’s diabetic cousin. Then there’s the hair…she’s got to go through every door sideways and she STILL makes an entrance that makes the mens’ jaws drop and the womens’ eyes go stank. She’s redefining class one outfit at a time. Work.