Sing from your hoo-hoo!
This is what the Grammy should look like.
Less talking, more looking in the mirror, lady.
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I'm pretending those aren't sweatpants. I need to.
Sweet duds, as ever.
"But I'm a child!"
No thank you.
I'm not feeling the star quality, hon.
The confusion is mutual.
Yeah, confusion seems to be going around.
You need to come back to us. Please.
Mid-forearm bracelet. Clock that hotness.
My sweet goddess. How can you hurt me so?
And the brilliance begins.
Sorry this one was kind of short, guys. I'm out of town and typing between games of 20 questions with my six-year-old nephew. He's awesome.
UPDATE: Below is Kara's final look.
Completely not worth waiting for.
Not that we expected a high level of taste here, but did she have to clutter the puke green blazer with those nonsensical pins? That must be jewelry designed by kindergarteners she babysits or something. Also, the profile view of her hair is insane. Your head should never be that shape.