I’m turning Re-Fab over to Krissie for the week-end, but before I do I’m going to re-direct you to this Jezebel piece on Dolly Parton and fashion. Be sure to read the comments, too. The Jezzies can be brutal, but in this case, the Dolly love knows no end, which is as it should be. I mean look at this woman, she’s a national treasure:
I want to be Dolly when I grow up.
I know she’s the same age I am, I still want to be Dolly when I grow up.
Ah, my darling daughter. We’re about to drive her to the airport, where I plan to slow down long enough to open the door and toss her out, making a quick getaway.
Why is it daughters think it’s their role in life to deflate their mother’s pretensions?
We were on our way to see the new Muppet movie, since we spent so many years of my 27 year old daughter’s life watching the Muppets on tv. We were on our way in when Kate announces, “you know, Mom is just like Miss Piggy.” (No argument there). “She’s rotund ….” And then, after a good five minutes of shrieking from me in the back seat (and why was I sitting in the back seat, I wonder) she patiently adds “and overdramatic. Point in case.”
Ah, the little darling. Continue reading