A gold dress to honor the gold (what Karat, please?) of her husband's undeserved Nobel Peace Prize. And she mocks the gold of the medal, by wearing over her tacky dress, yes, yet another cardigan, sleeves pushed up, as if she is about to 'take no prisoners' again. And, if you truly take notice, the length of the sleeves seems to not be the same--another aberrant feature of this woman's choice of what is called fashion.
I submit that she looks like a 'hausfrau' of the 1950s, while not meaning to demean anyone who chooses to be a hausfrau. Were she wearing some form of headscarf (a 'babushka', as my Slovakian grandmother wore until her death in 1973), I could still not excuse the combination of gold dress and rumpled cardigan as a fashion statement or a sign of respect to our allies in Norway.
(In Slovakia, as in other nearby countries, old women are called 'baba', or 'babushka', with the emphasis upon the first syllable.).
Subtleties have a way of defining a person, and also a way of undermining that person.
In the meantime, MO, the FLOTUS, remains clueless, as does her staff and husband apparently, to the plight of the American people, including many who voted for the Harvard bum.
