The challenge was to make a dress to wear with one of the hats created by master milliner Philip Treacy. That sounds easy sufficient, right? Well, too bad all we required to see was the spectacular headwear, and what was underneath.

When the models come out sporting the hats, Heidi (wearing a cute outfit for a change) notifies the designers they are going to be working with whichever model is wearing the hat they select.

It was Kristen’s time to go home for her orchid enthused dress that looked like, well, it looked like one of those paint with water books that you get as a kid and you hold up the page to show mommy prior to it’s dried and the water runs down the page in a streaky mess.

Christopher’s Joan Crawford redux (though not as Mommie Dearest as Andy’s magenta monstrosity) got reamed by the judges, but I didn’t believe it was so bad though the crotch should have been decreed, by the Queen of all Tangerines, insane.

Then everybody retired to their rooms to eat their sour grapes while Michael C gloated, he gloated and then called his son and they laughed and chortled, trying to think up the funniest name for a hat.