Sweet Bai Ling. I missed you, while I was all wrapped up in Awards Season. Thank God you’re still bravely leaving the house:
I kind of like this coat — and after all, what goes with a floral coat like pants with eyes that follow you around the room, like creepy pictures in haunted houses in old horror movies primarily aired on weekend afternoons by basic cable channels and often introduced by Elvira?
If only the faces on your leggings were all your own. THAT would be the basis for a TRULY CHILLING FILM. Call it: PANTS’ EYE. Or YOUR EYES ARE WATCHING YOU. Or THE EVIL EYES (ON YOUR LEGS). Or WAIT UNTIL DARK: WHEN YOUR PANTS WAKE UP AND JUST STARE AT YOU ALL NIGHT. Or THE HILLS HAVE EYES AND SO DO YOUR PANTS.