girly mag

i don't know jack shit about fashion, but I do know that when ol' whats-her-name Levy states someday she'd sell her wedding dress, I about want to cry. If I looked like that, in a dress like that, I'd wear that son of a bitch to the OFFICE everyday. Mark my words. I'd errand it up - paying bills at home, post office, bank, dry cleaning. I'd be the hottest cube drone this city'd ever see. Like the episode when Marge gets a Chanel suit and keeps repurposing it.