Well, hello there, Heather Morris, where are you off to? That pink flutter-sleeved T suggests the mall. The bustier-esque tank on top of it reminds me of the underage goth club I used to frequent in high school. The mullet-hemmed skirt would have fit right in a few weeks ago at Coachella? And the shoes? Those should head straight to the trash. Don’t even get me started on the socks. Was it laundry day and you picked from what was clean in your closet? Next time, borrow something from Lea Michele.
