Dear Marisa Miller,
Recently, I singled you out as last year's best dressed celeb in attendance at the 136th Annual Kentucky Derby, then you had to go and out derby do yourself again.
Yes, you effortlessly maintained your lead ahead of the pack at this year's Run For the Roses, pulling a complete 180 from last year's demure Millie Pearl cotillion coquette to a Boardwalk Empire era flapperesque femme fatale. In a sea of unsavory sombreros, you played it cool in a chic cloche and cleavage revealing gown that made many Mucho Macho Men hold their horses.
Thank you for mixing it up and keeping things exciting by taking the derby road less traveled by. You've made your style blogging mama proud, and I no longer harbor any resentment towards you for having bigger boobs than me.