Seriously, this is horrid, ghastly writing:
An outfit befitting a six-year-old with attention deficit disorder rather than the wife of a Minister of the Crown in the presence of the Royal Family, the eyes of the nation upon her.
Mrs Burnham, let me try to overlook the unadorned, Eastern Europe refugee make-up and hairstyle, as well as the floppy hat you probably had left over from some awful suburban wedding, and let me first address your patent Mary Jane shoes.
Hideous, and inappropriate.
You do not have the legs for a mini, but even if you possessed the pins of Cyd Charisse, this was not an appropriate occasion to show them off.
It takes a great deal of arrogance to leave home without looking in the mirror first, without asking for some impartial advice (go, now, to see the personal shopper at Selfridges - her services are free!), and without spending a decent amount of money on something classy.
Where is this outfit from? Next? Primark? Oxfam?