Vera confuses me sometimes. About 90 percent of the time she’s wearing black, and half of THAT, it’s kind of weird black, maybe even frumpy black. Like this:
She looks like a Helena Bonham Carter aficionado who never had the budget to complete her dream.
Or there’s this:
Now she just looks like a static cling accident, right down to the placemat cleaving to her cleavage.
So just when I thought I had her pegged, she went the opposite direction at a UNICEF event:
Maybe it’s just because this is so fresh and light after Prozac Closet up there, but I kind of like this. I maybe SHOULDN’T. But I do. She’s selling it to me, and I didn’t expect to buy it but suddenly I did, kind of like when I go to the grocery store and the Girl Scouts are out there and I’m pretty sure I don’t want any cookies, and then suddenly I’m in my car with three boxes of Samoas, some Tagalongs, and something that alleges to be made of lemon. But then sometimes I look at it and wonder why her legs needed a dust ruffle, and begin to fear that some rabid hoarder will try to lift her skirt and shove an underbed box up there.
- It's AWESOME (15%, 672 Votes)
- It's great but I don't know why. (32%, 1,408 Votes)
- It's okay, I thnk (31%, 1,360 Votes)
- It's awful and I TOTALLY KNOW WHY (22%, 989 Votes)
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