"What did I wear last winter? I have no clothes! Am I suffering from amnesia? Is this really my closet?"
Often, this scene plays out like a melodrama from the 40s, where all the women wear false eyelashes and have drivers named "Charlie," pronounced as "Chollie," because in those days, the "r" was considered common and Betty Davis was the reigning queen. Dahhlings, Betty never uttered an "r" that I can remember. If she did, I will stand corrected, but prefer to remain in melodramatic denial.
"Chollie, this closet is simply dreadful! Find someone to organize it for me, won't you?" Read More »