Fashion Boo-boos, Part Two

Note: An iPad glitch caused me to discontinue Fashion Boo-boos on The Big Bang Theory. It is concluded here.

On Howard's skinny butt he almost always wears hip hugger jeans that barely cover his butt crack. He is never seen without a dicky or turtle neck shirt over which he sports, quite often, a Western shirt.   All shirts are neatly tucked into his jeans, only one wonders how he managed to do that. The jeans are so tight they might be spray painted on him. He buys belt buckles the way Penny buys shoes--the more the better. The good news is that he's always color coordinated, no matter how awful the colors might be. The bad news is that his hair should be returned to The Beatles, from whom it came. Howard gets the prize for worst dressed character, although the race was squeaky close.

Now for a couple of minor characters and their fashion choices. These two ladies are less interesting in their clothing, but riotously interesting in their personalities.

Sheldon's mother Mary dresses as she should in sensible, comfortable dresses and shoes befitting an east Texas housewife who is known to have hit her son in the head with a Bible because he wouldn't eat his Brussles sprouts. Her most endearing comment on the show came when she was discussing someone who had badly offended her. "As a Christian I have to forgive him, but as a Texan I want to shoot him." Well said, Mary.

Leonard's mother, Beverly Hofstadter, is no doubt the person for whom the word "frigid" was created.
Leonard bears the scars of her icy mothering style well into his thirties. Watching them interact is almost too painful. Even her hair looks frozen. Business suits straight from the "clearance sale" rack drape her bony body. Color? She never heard of it. Gray, beige, tan. Yeah, they fit her personality.
Still, she brings out giggles and zingers whenever she's on the show. I kinda like her.

Howard's mother, an unseen character with the voice of a crocodile, nevertheless makes a powerful impression. Her voice and house say it all. In heavy Brooklynese she rules and overrules Howard in a home covered with flowery, oppressive walls and furniture. Jewish tchotchkes everywhere.
According to Howard, who often mentions his mother's tonnage, she is a tank-size lady who should, if she doesn't, wear tents bought in the camping department at Walmart. But woe, this dear lady passed on, both on the show and in real life. Howard was devastated. She is missed. RIP Howard's mother.