Here are again ..on Monday. Over the weekend, I was out shopping, and was yet again appalled at how casual and sloppy people are out in public. Pj's, slippers, holy clothes, sweats.....why when I got home I needed my smelling salts. They had me quite jumpy, the disgusting, frightening little rodents. We have gotten so relaxed. It's like were afraid to even look nice and presentable anymore. A handful of times, I wanted to do my best Karen Walker impersonation of " Huh, honey... *twirling fingers about* what's going on here, what's this called, what's this about?" And don't get my started on manners eithers. Now if you know me, I never leave the house till I'm put together. What happens if I run into a hot man??? And the only times I don't mind sweats, if it's at a gym and the guy is commando!!!! No, The Mistress has somehow got to get this fashion band wagon moving again. Some days, I can so sympathize with Glen Close's character, Claire Wellington from Stepford Wives. " A world of romance and beauty,of tuxedos and chiffons, a prefect world. I'm in love with a waltz and town ...with manners, taste and etiquette."
Of course some Mondays, when you can't get moving you may have to break off the manners.....
