Sarah had all of America watchin’ when she went on a terrifying rampage at a Donald Trump rally in Iowa Tuesday. There she was, gobbling up all the USA glory again, soaking in the spotlight like she was 2008’s Moose Queen, USA all over again. Hers was a glorious jumble of minutes, shrieking in such a register that I honestly thou
ght my cat had gotten trapped in the dryer again. Sarah doesn’t often leave me feeling befuddled, sartorially speaking, but that Trump endorsement jacket has me seriously scratching my head.
Famed in 2008 for her smart, form-fitting power suits, square specs and fierce updos, acquired on the government dime during now famous shopping sprees, the sleek and feminine black pencil skirt and $2,500, cream-colored Valentino jacket she wore as she accepted the vice-presidential nomination, expertly tailored for Palin’s body. There was a multilayered sartorial strategy that yielded a closet of figure flattering jackets and skirts.
Then she lost her stylist and went back to workin’ it out on her own, Despite being a kazillionaire, she often looked like she was pulling clothes from the rubble of collapsed malls, and adds $1200 shoes.
Remember Sarah workin’ her tacky-as-fuck patriot stripper heels while hosting a breakfast for the Television Critics Patriotic Somethingorother? Those were awesome,
Who can forget the extremely sexy American flag cowboy boots?
That’s our Sarah 
at a Senate campaign event in Texas when she wore not one, but two, pairs of cowboy boots — displayed on her feet and in the form of pink rhinestones on her graphic tee (how very meta), trying to play up her down-home, down-to-Earth appeal to the hilt. The overall look doesn’t scream “competent politician.”
In 2001, Miss Sarah showed up to Fox News in one of her more impressively bad outfits. Not sure how to classify this. Comically hideous, circa-2001 Paris Hilton sunglasses – ugly, giant, mirrored, vulgar– the kind people wear solely to broadcast how much they can spend on fckng sunglasses. The skin tight, inexplicably pink, circa 1998 peasant top. The perforated black shirt…… the awe-inspiringly ugly snakeskin AND studded, 6-inch high pumps that probably cost two to three thousand dollars.
Looking miserable and etting it all hang out, gay-bashing style, in a chicken shirt at a basketball game.
The full-on Meth Ho….those shoes, the Flashdance shirt…..
Do y’all remember when Sarah appeared in Boise, Idaho, back in May, 2010 dressed in this tie dye outfit? Her excuse was the the airline had lost her luggage and she had to pick this hideous hippie shit out of the garbage. LOL
At a campaign rally in MO, Sarah Palin wore platform wedge sandals, black capri pants, and a super-tight, Superman baby tee, sunglasses and big hair. So many crimes against fashion here. If you must insist on wearing platform wedge sandals, don’t wear them with fucking capri pants. And the little Superman tee is only ok if you are a 14-year-old girl trying to make geek boys fall in love with you. .This is how many meth users look, just before their teeth fell out.
You may be thinking that Sarah’s fancy jacket was made exclusively for a Junior High School marching band that Sarah picked up at Salvation Army at the end of a skin head campout. But no. According to Mashable, this phantasmal, light brite mashup was actually made by a fancy and overpriced designer, Milly. (some of the shit pilfered during the Winona Ryder Crimespree of 2001). It sold for $695 at Saks, which is actually a very small price to pay for all these bells and whistles. The jacket, a chimeric bowler of fringe and tinsel, shiny and spiky, appeared to be red, white, blue, perhaps gold, and yet somehow silver all at the same time. When she bounced around excitedly onstage like a meth muppet, she looked like she was on the losing end of a brawl with a sparkly gay porcupine. The sheer fact that Donald Trump and his ego stood there silently for a full 20 minutes without grabbing that lady by her hair and dragging her off the stage or, rather, calling for his security, ordering them to rip that bolero jacket off her, and drag the screaming crazy lady away and give him back his mic.