Someone’s been dipping their cigarettes in embalming fluid again.
I gotta tell you, this is NOT what I needed today. It’s rainy and gloomy and my convertible top STILL has a hole in it and I don’t CARE if we “need the rain” because “farmers are losing their livelihoods” WHATEVER they should’ve thought about that before they became farmers!* Plus it took me a half an hour to drive to work this morning when it should only take ten minutes and the classical radio station was playing freaking VIVALDI because apparently a little Stravinsky would KILL someone, and I sort of accidentally ate three red velvet cupcakes I’d baked (no frosting though, so that’s something) on my drive in and I don’t feel so very good in my tummular region at this very moment.
And now, NOW Lewis Cho wants me to wear THIS? AND spend $349 for the honor?
Now, I appreciate that Annie Lewis and Helen Cho who launched Lewis Cho in 2005 are dipping their toes into the plus size market because precious few new designers are willing to do so and risk getting zomg!1 teh fatt!1! on their label and I can ALMOST see what they were going for here. I’ll also give it to them that it looks well made.
On a very very slim person, born during the Clinton administration and in posession of the haunted, tubercular look that is so very much en vogue (and in Vogue) these days, I could see this being a sort of Beautiful-But-Doomed Parisian Street Urchin Circa 1897 thing.
But off the runway and on regular-sized people? A tent. A sad, beige, expensive, beige, sad, sad tent.
This is NOT what I needed today.
I think I need another cupcake.
*Fun Fact: When I was a little girl I wanted to be a farmer. Not surprisingly, this did NOT go over well with my family.