I don’t care how rich you are. You can’t wear leopard skin print and not look like a transvestite impersonating Peg Bundy.
Unless you’re my Aunt Pat, my mom’s older sister. At 220 pounds, she’s a closet fashionista whose personal style is to mix animal print with a large crucifix necklace and lots of cheap baubles. With her blond bob, she resembles a plastic doll you’d win at a carnival, not the dotting grandma she is.
She’s also fond of sequins, bright colors and hair bows, but that’s another post. The point here is no clothes that at one time barked, bite, howled, or charged, unless you’re Aunt Pat. Age, 84.