Meryl...sweetie...I love you to pieces...I really do. In my opinion, you are one of the best actresses ever (Dame Judi Dench, if you're reading this, don't be dismayed...you are right at the tippy top of my list too).
So Mer-mer...seriously...I don't understand how this happens. It's not like you can't afford a stylist. It's not as if every designer out there wouldn't bend over backwards to dress you. It's not that you don't have enough money or like this is your first time at the rodeo.
...sigh...you totally be-fuddle me.
This dress looks like something you picked up at TJMaxx...on the clearance rack...in 1985. Yes, the shoes are Loub's, but your feet look like a Pug going through a rat hole backwards. I've seen more fashionable belts on Olympic weight lifters and the clutch is just way too glam for what you're wearing.
...whew...that was kind of harsh...somebody had mean beans for breakfast...
Just an aside here...why do celebrities wear red on a red carpet? Anyone? Bueller? It's tantamount to wearing camouflage in the woods. And yes, if a tree falls in the forest you can hear it screaming, "Meryl...hire a freekin' stylist already!"
So here's a look designed especially for you...
Designed for Meryl Streep by Miss Bea Heyvin |
I'm not trying to be snarky, I just want you to look as fabulous as you already are. Hugs, Miss Bea
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