Flying for me is a movie marathon. It is the most important part. It took me three flights to finally get through 27 Dresses. They kept interupting me by landing the plane, but I finally managed to get there on yesterday's trip. How fun to have that wardrobe full of the most insane dresses in the world. Do you think brides really dress their maids in outfits that make them look ridiculous to lessen the competition to themselves? I also caught up on a couple of other movies that I haven't had a chance until now to see—Rio (loved the will.i.am bird) and The Reader. Oh my goodness. How good is The Reader? What a series of conflicting emotions it raises—pity for those you should hate, disappointment, empathy, sob-inducing sorrow. I got a few odd looks as my eyes were heavily leaking and I am not sure how much sobbing was verbalised with the deafening influence of the headphones skewing my perception of loudness. And of course, I watched the Diana Vreeland movie to its conclusion. I did start back at the beginning. I grinned through the entire thing. I am going to have to get it on dvd. She makes me happy. What a wonderful woman. I don't often get this adoring feeling for people. It is freaking me out a little. Love, love, love. Stopping there before things get strange.
Who wore it better?
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