Even though I have to die some day, I like to spend my life on highly trivial activities. For example. Looking at celebrities in dress up clothes. When I was little, my mother would give us all her old nightgowns and bathrobes, which were really I suppose peignoirs, and we kept them in a hamper and would pull them out and play dress up. Three little tow heads wearing pink nylon robes with fake satin and roses. That’s what ladies wore in those days.
So no, I don’t look at celebrities to find something to wear. I look at them so that I can pretend for a brief glorious moment that I am this girl again: