Joan Collins is her idol.
Carol Kane is her idol.
Pamela Blair plays Karen, another salon employee. You can tell that she's stylish because she's wearing something that sci-fi movies thought people of the future would wear. This one-piece is oddly flattering to her figure. She's exceptionally slim, so the baggier parts give her a little extra curve where you'd probably want it while accentuating her tiny waist and long legs. Though the colors are uninteresting in general, they're also textured, which adds at least a hint of visual dynamism. Overall, I'm enjoying this a great deal more than I expected to.
Prince's mechanic is her idol.
A great deal of emphasis is placed on looking good for one's age this week, which is preposterous given that neither Clair nor the actress playing her should have the slightest worry in that regard. Nonetheless, Barbara E. Smith (in her only IMDb credit) shows up for a quick second as Mrs. Clark, a woman who looks exceptionally good for her age and of whom others are highly jealous. Her purple microsuede safari gear does less to induce envy. And sure she's flossin' with that Louis Vuitton bag, but Clair is a lawyer, so she can get her own.
Charo is her idol.
Stage and screen actress Barbara Luna (who sometimes capitalizes the second B in her name apparently?) plays Cynthia, a more ostentatiously glamorous woman who is subtly shamed for clinging too tightly to her youth with a string of boy-toy husbands and implied surgical procedures. Her look accentuates this "problem" with the baby pink stripes, cleavage-revealing neckline, short skirt, and big bombshell hair. Personally, I'm not going to judge her for being fabulous.
The mannequin at Chico's is her idol.
Clair's friend Lorraine (played by Denise Nicholas) makes her only appearance this week. I guess it's tough to see your friends more than once every eight years when you're busy with work and family. Her coat is a huge problem. The shoulder width, neckline, and general boxiness are all working their hardest to make her torso as stout as possible, while the poorly-placed buttons and overemphasized pockets make the piece feel dowdy. Underneath, she's at least trying for a little flair with the wildly-patterned shirt, but it's not a stupendous piece. Also, maybe don't force the brown/black pairing. I get that they're both in your shirt, but that doesn't mean you can wear that belt with those pants.
Mister Rogers is his idol.
Oh hey, speaking of stage legends, Placido Domingo dropped by! He plays Alberto, Lorraine's husband, but is really just shoehorned in so that he can serenade Clair with some opera tenor realness. His tie, shirt, and sweater are engaged in an active conflict at the moment, and I don't see it getting resolved any time soon. The pants are staying out of it. Smart move, pants. (Deep down, I think the pants see where the sweater and shirt are coming from. Like, what is your deal, tie? Why do you always have to start shit? If you don't like it here, maybe you should move out!)
You're too young to get stuck in a rut, Rudy.
Rudy starts us off with a repeat of her episode #5.10 display. It's no less weird now than it was then.
Chad Michaels first lady realness.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: this family might spend too much money on costumes. For their mother's birthday, the children each give a presentation on what the world was like when Clair was their age, including an outfit to reflect the time period. With a wig, even! And that's a nice wig! And Clair doesn't usually wear wigs, so it's not like they just had that lying around. It's a pretty adorable dress, but I'm sure this is the last time it will see the light of day.
This look is its own punchline.
This pastel smock last showed up in episode #4.21, and age has not helped it. Close-ups don't help it, either; are those zebra stripes I spy under the splotches of color? The chartreuse t-shirt isn't wrong in this setting, but those striped leggings are wrong in every setting. Get them out of here.
Surely Clair wasn't allowed to wear make-up at this age.
Another costume, complete with another wig? The spending! Also, poodle skirts are far too obvious. People wore other stuff in the '50s, I'm sure.
No but really, he stopped trying years ago.
Theo's shirt is too wide yet too short. Adventures in bad tailoring! The pants have appeared repeatedly and have been misshapen every time as well.
He is capable of greatness.
See, this is how it's done. Don't be afraid of clothes that fit! They make you look better! Other than the extreme collar, this is pretty impeccable.
Didn't we almost have it all?
Though Clair usually has perfect style, she goes a little overboard with the saturated hues for her birthday. Since everything has the typical '80s breadth, the use of extreme shades like that neon coral becomes particularly flagrant. The top with the sunset is kind of great, and I'm dying over the perfectly matched purple belt with the golden skirt (though I want so badly for that skirt to be fitted). But I'm honestly stumped as to what I'd do about a jacket to put over this. All I know for sure is that it would be a much smaller piece, because this is too much.
Ring around the collar.
As an offset to his wife's selections, Cliff goes all gray this week. I'd be OK with just the shirt and pants, but let's be real: that is the ugliest sweater vest out there, from the pouchy fit to the random symbols to the thick, ruglike texture. Nope.
And that concludes another week. Hope you enjoyed!