Dear Peter,
I missed Gay, Straight, or Taken, too, but I think the one that I blame is You're the One that I Want, which is so bad it may have turned me off reality TV entirely. Did you see it? It's jaw-droppingly awful. I watched it twice today. Why? Why? Why?
-- Jenny
P.S. Pictures! Look what I made:
Dear Pete,
I'm still trying to recover from last night's installment of Project Loehmann's. Wasn't that something? Here were my favorite moments:
The mothers were an across-the-board delight, especially for those of us, like you and me, who grew up sewing with our own mothers. I had, in fact, spent the weekend with Mom making my Kara Janx obi belts. They turned out less Janx than, well, spanx, on account of my accidental purchase of shiny fetishwear PVC. I think this was a new mother-daughter low. Next week maybe we'll tailor some buttless chaps. Anyway:
I suspect you could make something just as lovely from Hefty bags. Fashion!
That's all for now. Mom's waiting for me to help her trim a thong, and I've got to motor.
Love,
Jenny
PS: My theory on Laura -- whom I love -- is that she's the offspring of Howard Roark and Dominique Francon. The architecture, the red hair, the ambition -- am I wrong? It's possible that this whole season is a reality remake of The Fountainhead. Only, not . . . abominable. And also, funny.
PPS: Robert and Kayne should get their own spin-off.
PPPS: My other spin-off idea is "Project Runway: Knitting." Each episode would be, like, forty hours, and consist almost entirely of the designers sitting around, purling and eating hard candy. Let's pitch it.
