What do you do when your mother-in-law shops while drunk?

I'm not even making that up.
she does.
drink and shop.

For the boys it's usually ok because I think she believes she is still shopping for her sons. And her sons were the preppiest damn kids you ever did see. But, Jellybean? My adorable Jellybean? She fluctuates among several horrid styles.
1.) Paris brothel circa. 1931
2.) Louisiana trailer park circa. 1987
3.) Victorian England

of course being 5 years old, Jellybean loves them all! And of course Grandmother gives the clothes directly to Jellybean(!) so I don't even get to intercept. And she has her try them on for her so I can't even claim they don't fit! I keep putting pressure on Chowder to put an end to this but he understandably gives in to the mother guilt.

So this morning Jellybean went to school in her Victorian finery complete with flowered hat. I would take a picture, but I'm afraid I will only reinforce the look. And she had to keep asking, "Mommy! Don't I look beautiful?" to which I could only answer, "of course, Darling. You are very beautiful." And she is. but the ensemble? Well, beautiful is not the word that came to mind.