Victoria Rowell always looks so utterly happy, even when she looks insane, that it's really rather endearing. Of course, it can't erase the insanity of running around like a 1980s-era jazzercize instructor who borrowed Grandma's shoes and Grandpa's hat for a party, nor can it deter people (like the gaggle of ladies in the background here) from looking at her like she accidentally left all her marbles on the Chinese Checkers board. It also won't prevent the inevitable spilling of something red -- wine, sauce -- down her front at some point during the night. But still... endearing.
