AKM-GSILet's make one thing very clear: Thrift-store shopping is fine by us.
Without Goodwill, folks like Helena Bonham Carter and Cee Lo Green would be forced to wear matching outfits like the rest of us, and the world would be a sadder place.
But the key to second-hand chic is restraint, darlings: A hat here, a vintage purse there—not the head-to-toe doily orgy that Taylor Swift wore for an L.A. lunch date yesterday. Yikes!
The getup reminds us of a destitute, Depression-era, southern version of Sarah Jessica Parker, forced to dress in a bunch of mee-maw's old tablecloths because pappy's moonshinery done got busted and there ain't no more squirrels that need skinnin'.
Even the skinny belt can't save our country princess from drowning in what looks like giant man-eating dust ruffles. We wonder what Swift's boyfriend, Foster the People front man Mark Foster, thought of all this. Assuming he could even find his lady friend under all that frump.
One bright spot in all this: We love the maroon T-strap shoes. Also very 1930s but, you know, in a good way.