Friday, September 25, 2009
Mad Men and madness in general
We've done so much lately my posts are piling up everywhere but my blog. Yet here I am. I'm posting pictures of gold foil. You have to understand I have an upcoming crane deadline that is fast approaching.
I'm surrounded by tiny little piles of gold foil paper. They are multiplying. I can feel them lurking in corners. Staring at me... unfolded and not at all crane-like.
I promise I'll be back to posting substance soon. That is, if you consider 45 pictures of my dinner substantial posts.
I decided to rent the first season of Mad Men to keep me sane during my folding.
What was I thinking? The show is actually make me mad... or sad... or unsettled.
Let me start with what I like. I adore, ADORE the clothes. I can't get enough of the style. I want the furniture. You know I love the cars. The music is fantastic. Really, I want to go back in time and steal all of these things. Then I want to bring them back to my world.
My world involves living and voicing opinions and loving someone and not feeling trapped. I am 4 episodes into the first season and its all so tragic. Tragic I tell you! They are all screaming on the inside. Just watching it made me want to burn my bra (although it would be such a little fire) and smack some sense into every one of those characters. And yet, I am still watching.
I am still day dreaming about the clothes I would like to pluck from the screen. When did wearing dresses become something for special occasions? I need to wear more dresses. I need more red lipstick. It went from normal to daring to wear red lipstick and there just isn't enough red lipstick anymore. What am I rambling about? I have no idea. I think I have gold foil poisoning.
So tell me, you Mad Men fans.... is there a bright side? What keeps you coming back for more? Is everyone trapped and struggling forever? Do you always feel the urge to have a martini while you watch this... or is it just me?
Also, when was the last time you wore red lipstick? I'm taking a survey.