I don't know why it's become important to me to keep track of all the tragic chairs I've been seeing on Craigslist, but it has.
P.S. As both Karen and my mom have pointed out, bitch wore my dress to the Daytime Emmys and didn't do it justice. It's a dress that needs height, better shoulders, and a brunette. And that certainly doesn't need big, asymmetrical prom hair. (That's exactly what the woman in black, clasping a hand to her breastbone, is saying to herself. In this precise moment she is realizing, "Oh honey, I could have done that shit better.")