I knew I had to bust the F out of Yankeeville when it was deemed unacceptable to rock Lilly and Jacks below 14th street. Womp Womp. Enter Bebemuchacha and her collection of frocks, caftans, floppy hats, and hostess costumes. Here in the durty durty that is Cackalack, your southern swag needs to stay sharp. Bright colors are like crack to these people.
My henchmen are often puzzled by my transition to the “light” side. I tell them to go scissor themselves and order another god awful smock from Shopbop or ill-fitting denim romper.
If you don’t like wearing pink, or girls that wear pink, or if you refuse to add pops of blush and peony to your home decor inspiration board, you probably are terrible. Like Endorphins, Prozac, and Puppies, the color pink makes you happy. Take a gander:
This trick over at Atlantic Pacific really knows how to put herself together and naturally, I hate her:
Soooo Ann-Margret, it rips my soul like a Horcrux!
Anywhodiddlediddle, the all-time best display of pink domination – besides Goop’s Ralph Lauren Oscar dress and Essie’s classic “Mod Squad” color choice over at Hudson Nail – is obviousssly in Sleeping Beauty, at the cottage in the glen: