Dress is Old Navy, belt is thrifted, non-Napoleonic hat is Minnetonka, shoes are Frye via Jac.
The story in our family goes that our Cajun ancestors are actually deserters of Napoleon's army. When Boney left his army to wither in the Egyptian desert, our great-great-great-etc. grandfather high-tailed it to The "New" World and settled in an only slightly more hospitable place off the Gulf of Mexico.
I felt concern at first that this tyrant looks a bit like a cross-dresser in the left-hand photo, but considering the fate he left our dear old descendent (and so many others), that feeling is brief and fleeting. And really, I think Josephine would have envied those earrings...
The Napoleon Complex describes an alleged type of inferiority complex which is said to affect some people, especially men, who are short in stature (thank you wikipedia).
On a good day Cath and I can boast a solid 5' 3." However we rarely feel the urge to spark revolutions or crown ourselves emperors. Our "complex" manifests itself solely (harhar) in frequent purchase of tall shoes; preferably tall, nude colored shoes (see Frye sandals in above photos). I love my black platforms, but nothing makes me look more like 5'7 to 5'8 than towers that match the color of my legs.
All that said, Cath and I do not bemoan our stature. Being petite (just like being very tall) has its advantages. But on those days that I want to feel a little like a mini-despot, a strong heel is just the thing. Once I start brandishing a bayonet and wearing fifteen pounds of gold encircled upon my head, feel free to pry those heels off.