Leave it to Gwynnie to make me want to do something I shouldn’t.
Specifically, wear orange. See, I don’t look great in orange. I don’t even necessarily gravitate to orange, unless we’re talking Popsicle flavors, juices, or Rowntree’s Fruit Pastilles. But then GOOP comes strolling along in her cute shoes, looking all casual and chic in a vivid little minidress, and suddenly I’m questioning everything I know about what looks stupid with my coloring. And the worst part is, I don’t have any Popsicles in the house to distract me. Thanks a lot, Gwynnie. You couldn’t have dropped off a box at my house?