The look: I’ll just start at the top and go down: a black sash around a wicker hat says, “I’m not shielding my eyes from the Nevada sun as I drive my herd West; this is fashion”; gold doorknocker earrings add a splash of weight to her head; the scales of her black leather (pleather? ostrich?) midriff-baring barely-buttoned shirt complement the scales of her blue alligator (crocodile? vinyl?) purse; the phallic belt says, “I’m fifty years young and loving it”; and ripped, tight, light blue jeans are quite simply always in style.
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