I bought new sunglasses yesterday.¬† They are big & disguise my face.¬† They make me feel like Anna Wintour, editor of Vogue, which basically means I’ve been walking around saying things are IN or OUT with dramatic inflection to my voice.¬†¬† I often confuse Anna Wintour with actress Faye Dunaway in her iconic role as Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest.¬† Whenever I think of Mommie Dearest I run straight to the nearest closet and yell, “No…..wire….hangers!” and cackle like a witch, which doesn’t happen in the movie, but should.¬† The nearest closet was my husband’s and it was in need of ruthless edits.¬† The following text messages, sent to my unsuspecting husband while judging his wardrobe, should be read in my voice doing Faye Dunaway’s voice doing Joan Crawford’s voice with a little Anna Wintour for good measure!¬† Got that? Good!
Pray tell me the point of hanging up shirts with holes?
Jeez, are these things tapered?
It is in this spirit that I bring you today’s post:¬† your playlist for September. ¬† Listen to these songs.¬† Why?¬† Because my sunglasses want you to.* Note to self: Watch Mommie Dearest, again.
** My bff The Future Mrs. Darcy does not sanction the use of the Zapfino font.