Quotes About Fashion faux pas

Members of the court still talked in whispers of the lady-in-waiting who had accidentally worn mismatched stockings to an afternoon tea. They said she made a lovely rosebush, always festooned with stunning flowers in two slightly different colors of peach. Beka didn't aspire to be a rosebush.

Perhaps," Aunt Olivia suggested diplomatically, "you should put on some clothes." Apparently, the tailor had finished getting the measurements she needed. Apparently, that wasn't a particularly recent development. Apparently, I'd been standing there in my undergarments for a while. Only about a third as embarrassed as I should have been, I ducked back into the dressing room.

Artemis was wearing a pair of red Armani boxer shorts, which were pretty much the same color as his face.

Worst haircut I've ever seen in my life. And I've had a few bad ones. It looks like he (John Daly) has a divot over each ear.

I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.

I've had some real hair disasters.

I was so dorky up until I was about 14 or 15 and started to get a little bit cooler, but I was a socks and sandals girl. I would wear big frilly socks with sandals and all the kids would tease me.

Plaid is always cute and always will be. But only on the bottom. At the top, it makes you look like a farmer.

I've had to make friends with an awful lot of bad fashion choices.

I wouldn't call it a faux pas, but I have about 12 tracksuits. I always travel in a tracksuit. I feel it makes people happy when they see me.

Wigs are horrible.

As tempting as it seems to wear tennis shoes with your tux, don't do it. I think it looks ridiculous. If you're 14 years old, maybe give it a shot. In general, don't portray anything that says 'I'm too cool and I don't care.'

At 20, I didn't know what suited me. I had terrible fashion sense and awful make-up.

That civet-jasmine blend you're wearing tonight absolutely clashes with the third-level formal style of your dress, you know.

When I first started wearing wigs, I didn't know you had to anchor them down with bobby pins. I walked out during a windy day and my wig blew off and got stuck to a branch. I was walking while my wig was hanging! If that's not the most embarrassing thing... but you have to use bobby pins.

Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle? Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks. Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone. Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.

And you, my best friend on earth, my soul sister who shares Chunky Monkey scoops and beefcake e-mails at the drop of a hat, the woman who made me wear a frothy, ruffled lime-colored bridesmaid dress that added fifteen pounds to my hips, are going to spill your guts to me, aren't you? (Sunshine) No fair and the dress wasn't lime, it was mint. (Selena) It was lime-icky green and I looked like a sick pistachio. (Sunshine)

Only then did I see. Something was amiss with Patrick's snap-on one piece, or "onesie" as we manly dads like to call it. His chubby thighs, I now realized, were squeezed into the armholes, which were so tight they must have been cutting off his circulation. The collared neck hung between his legs like an udder. Up top, Patrick's head stuck out through the unsnapped crotch, and his arms were lost somewhere in the billowing pant legs. It was quite a look.

I wouldn't want to be treading too close behind you with the Pyms and the Fermanaghs in this Lobster Quadrille. You never know, I might wear me brown boots with me blue suit, and that would never do.

Cuban-heeled stockings; not the sort of thing you could buy for another man's wife.

I've had a lot of ridiculous haircuts.

Vampires!!! What a time to be caught without a turtleneck!

The only man who really needs a tail coat is a man with a hole in his trousers.

I had one particular handbag disaster when I couldn't get into it, and when I finally did, it flew over the red carpet and was caught by 200 lenses. Not a great moment.