Dolls, it’s a proverbial rollercoaster ’round these parts.
Maybe you’ve noticed that my personality runs slightly manic. If you have great news I’ll be the loudest cheerleader, share your bad news and I’ll cry with you, tell me about the little twerp who snatched the 80%-reduced Lanvin from your hanger-chapped hands at the Warehouse sale and I’ll rise with a bellow to declare war on all Lanvin-snatching-twerps. It’s the way I roll, mes amis. Why choose lukewarm coffee when you can have it iced or boiling, am I right?
Here’s the thing. Sometimes I get news that is so absolutely wonderful that I want to pull a King Kong, pole vault onto the Empire State Building and declare a state of celebration to anyone lucky enough to be within 1,000 miles of my voice. . . and sometimes the person I am excited for is more sophisticated than I am, subtle, with a certain elan and the desire to keep his or her news from hitting the news circuit as the biggest hoe-down the tri-state has ever done seen.
In other words, sometimes in excitement’s afterglow I feel like I showed up like this (Image courtesy of Pop Magazine’s Spiral blog)
Images by Pamela Reed and Matthew Rader for thepop.com
for lunch with them:
I’m all “Hey what’s up!?!?!?!???!?!”
Images by Pamela Reed and Matthew Rader for thepop.com
And they, being sophisticated and gracious, cover their absolute terror with “Charmed, I’m sure” and then make a subtle gesture to the butler to please have this frippery removed.
