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This
is my first attempt at a muse column so please be gentle if you want to tell me
that it is completely shallow and helplessly silly.
Actually, I’m sort of aiming for it to be both of those things because
it would be redundant to write any really good GH commentary – there are so
many folks at EOS that already have that in the bag. This is pure, catty fluff; so if you’re in the mood, pull
up your windowsill and say, “meow” with me….
I
like the sporty little pink velour jacket that Liz wore in the warehouse scenes. The cap sleeves worked well for that flesh wound (I loved
hearing Jason talk about flesh for that matter) but I’m just not sure I would
have paired it with that long flowery skirt.
Seemed like maybe she spilled something on the blouse that went with that
skirt, popped that pink thing on and perhaps because artistic brains can be
scattered, forgot to change into the jean skirt she meant to wear with it.
Or shorts – why doesn’t anyone wear shorts in PC when I know it’s
at least in the 90’s? Like Lizzie couldn’t pull off some cute little hippy shorts
with a t-shirt every now and then?
I
had to laugh at one of the posts I saw on another message board.
A warning to all women who wear pink on Guza’s GH… Lily died in pink,
Liz in her pink, Felicia with Faison in her endless pink lingerie, etc.
For the love of the Peanut, dear Alexis – leave that darn pink suit you
had on last week at the dry cleaners!
For
some reason, Carly’s look is particularly appealing in the last few days.
She was wearing a tight fitting (surprise! I even saw her thong line)
leopard print dress and had her hair pulled back (she sure could use a root
touch-up). Anyway, I thought it was
a nice “wife of mobster” look. It
makes me crazy when she dresses five and dime trashy with Sonny strolling around
in his perfectly pressed suits.
The
last time I saw Laura I thought she had some great jewelry on.
All kinds of silver and turquoise that looked like the real deal stuff
you get in New Mexico. Then I
noticed the rest of her outfit and it was so Home Shopping Club that I wondered
how in the hell these wardrobe people keep their jobs. All loose fitting synthetic materials that are fit for women
who are size 18 plus. Not that
there’s anything WRONG with us gals who are a lil’ well rounded, but what is
Laura, a 10? A 12? Get this woman some damn jeans and a brown peasant blouse and
show me that turquoise again! And,
as for her business attire (when she’s actually doing business and not just
floating around in suit jackets that drag the floor at HOME), she should consult
Alexis. I’m sure she could point
the way to the store in PC that carries tailored items…
Speaking
of Alexis, she and Felicia always look pretty darn good.
Felicia looks like she might be training for an upcoming role in
Terminator 25 with those biceps. In
the ongoing campaign to save the Peanut, I must add that I can’t wait to see
Alexis’ maternity wardrobe. I am
just betting she won’t be the stretch pant and sweater type, so it should be
interesting.
As
for the fellas, I’m not even going to comment on Jason’s wide array of solid
colored v-neck t-shirts. I just
want to see one get shed. I am an
official member of the net group Take your freakin’ shirt off Jason, occupying
seat 1C. See Sherry for your
membership application. (Kidding..)
Roy
has looked much better since he started putting on the Ritz.
I’m delving into commentary here, but I have to say that I’m really
sorry to see him go now that he actually has a decent story for the first time
since well, ever. It’s as nice to
see him in a suit as it was to see Sonny in board shorts – scrap that – it
wasn’t THAT nice, but he does wear it well.
And
with that, the fashion police are headed straight to the PCPD to put out some
fires there… Mac (who is weirdly Dick Clarkish in the aging process) is a wild
man in his colorful golf shirts and Taggert in that lime green mock turtleneck
almost made me fall off the couch last week.
I love a man who’s not afraid of some color!
Until
the muse strikes again…
