This has got to stop.
I ran into another reader of this blog yesterday at a church in town and he confessed to me that he was feeling less than his stellar fashioning best in a polo shirt and chinos.
Now stop that!
Haven’t I told you that PeaceBang herself looks like a horizontal stack of meatballs pressed gamely into some outfit that she hopes communicates creative, with-it religous leader (or perhaps, “fun, cute dateable 40 year old babe”)? And that without the help of Max Factor, Origins, Shu Uemura and TIGI, she would just be a washed-out old broad?
You must understand that when PeaceBang sees you, she does not judge.
She scrutinizes you because in you, she sees a potential superstar and she considers herself your agent and stylist, wanting you to shine every time you walk down the red carpet of your life. PeaceBang is totally on your team, people. She thinks you’re adorable and beautiful as a child of God. She’s just a little bit of a Jewish mother, noodging you to get your hair out of your eyes already, stand up straight and smile big, why? Because, dahlink, you’re fabulous!
So get out there and be fabulous and when you run into PeaceBang, remember that she is 100% LOVING you!
(P.S. If you pull that polo out of the dryer faster it won’t get even one wrinkle in it. Kisses!!)