Tamra Judge’s Grey Striped Zip Up Sweatsuit

Grey, striped, zip-up, the soft brushed cotton kind that whispers rather than squeaks when you cross a marble foyer. This is the uniform of a woman who will out-burpee you, out-argue you, and out-last you on the reunion couch — see also: every season she swore was her last. The stripes run vertical, which is the only direction Tamra has ever moved. Note: this is filed under Atlanta, which is the sort of clerical mischief one simply allows.

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