Fashion is beauty

Um, well, yeah. Beauty. Eye of beholder. All that jazz. Except. . .

Yikes, this thing is creeping me out! Powder is all grown up and ready to storm Berlin in his drawstring duffel bag. The wispy whiskers are enough to keep me up all night, but the pale flesh AND lips really are the frosting on the cake. I think I'll stick with Banana Republic and the Gap.