Those of you who know me well know that SATC is one of my guilty pleasures. In fact, I don't feel guilty about it, it's just a pleasure. I'm actually watching sky-plussed episodes as I type this blog. Paul's in bed of course.
It was only right that we carefully considered Lola's outfit for the trip to the cinema. So, what to wear?
A bold red pantsuit a la Samantha?
A pretty pink dress suitable for presbyterian-turned-Jew Upper East Side princess Charlotte?
Or an ethnic, boho number fit for earthy Miranda?
It had to be the Carrie-style corasge-d cardigan and pink tutu-esque skirt.
And did we enjoy the film?
Absof***inglutely.
However, after all that, the air con at the cinema was knackered so we ended up having to strip Lola off to her white terrytowelling babygrow.
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