I confess to not being sure what I think about the movie...the accents (or lack thereof) drove me nuts...but one thing I know for sure is that my Amish/English/Midwestern US spoiled rotten little dog would have loved it. I can imagine that he would have donned his best Gucci smoking jacket and ordered me about with demands for an Aperol spritzer, while waving a candy cigarette around in a long pearl holder.
The nails are still Lily & Fox wraps. I find that this is the best $3 manicure a girl could wish for, and the strength and health of my nail beds and cuticles has improved dramatically. Silly, I know, for me to tart them up like this, but I really do love having crazy nails as I sit here contemplating my navel.
(Stewey would most definitely NOT approve.)
I'm off to an appointment and a few errands, and then it's home to stitch, Dearies. I've cleared my whole afternoon to do so! Onward!