I truly am so torn:
I feel like I OUGHT to hate it, but I love stripes and there's something about it that's so charmingly gamine, even in a way that's bordering on stereotypical, like she considered tossing a beret on her head and a baguette in her pocket. It's hot, and my neighborhood seems like it's about twenty minutes away from bursting into flames (that's summer in Los Angeles for you), so it's entirely possible that my brain has simmered into thoughtless mush in my skull, but I think I like this in spite of myself. Kind of like how I feel about Real Housewives, which is where I fully expect to see Olivia come the 2014 premiere of Real Housewives: Upper East Side.
I feel like I OUGHT to hate it, but I love stripes and there's something about it that's so charmingly gamine, even in a way that's bordering on stereotypical, like she considered tossing a beret on her head and a baguette in her pocket. It's hot, and my neighborhood seems like it's about twenty minutes away from bursting into flames (that's summer in Los Angeles for you), so it's entirely possible that my brain has simmered into thoughtless mush in my skull, but I think I like this in spite of myself. Kind of like how I feel about Real Housewives, which is where I fully expect to see Olivia come the 2014 premiere of Real Housewives: Upper East Side.
