I was expecting stylish yet affordable boots, at least.

I think that’s certainly one factor, but I suspect that another major difference between the Potter kids and other child actors is that, while they grew up on set, they grew up on set with other kids. Child actors (hell, children in general) who are isolated from normal children and normal childhood experiences often…

Really hoping this is the work of her childhood sweetheart, a shy piemaker with the strange ability to wake the dead with a single touch.

My junior high summer camp bully grew up to be the naked dating reality show lawsuit lady. Which is honestly just so, so satisfying, and makes me feel really good about all the life choices I’ve made since I was 14.

I want to see that last gold lamé number on a red carpet, paired with the glam-est, Old Hollywood-est hair and makeup possible. On some actress with a bombshell figure— America Ferrera, maybe, or Hayley Atwell.

I also almost bought this (ca. 1895, and it had a skirt to match):

From a vintage shop in Richmond with a secret stash of antique clothing that’s too delicate to go out on the shop floor. It’s late bustle era, trimmed in bright yellow silk crepe, and entirely too tiny for an adult human to wear, and I do not care in the slightest.

Try not to run out and buy any expensive, useless ballgowns made of gauze.

Oh jesus, a Ghibli version of Derkholm would be AMAZING.

ok but you guys aren’t seeing the big picture here. Think about what happened the last time Gwen Stefani went through a major breakup: the best breakup album of the 90s, and easily one of the top ten breakup albums ever made. And that was just her shitty bassist boyfriend, not her HUSBAND of MANY YEARS.

ok, wait I think we’re missing the important piece of information here, which is that apparently Malia Obama was born on the 4th of July??????

It’s not that great a superpower, is it? Every time my friend who collects 20s and 30s pieces finds something really good I feel a great disturbance in the Force, as if dozens of estate sale signs had been rained on and rendered illegible.

I also found that Cold War-esque spy thrillers and SF action comedies are so tonally similar as to be indistinguishable.

My grandparents at their senior prom. He was a full foot taller than her.

I’m really excited this week because my most-often-visited thrift turned up a bunch of GOOD 40s and 50s dresses, which almost never happens, including a 40s rayon shirtdress IN MY SIZE which REALLY never happens. I work at a vintage shop, though, so I thrift a LOT.

I had a burger with bacon and macaroni and cheese on it today. It was GREAT.

Heh, thanks. We’re just outside DC, if you’re ever in town!

I’ve never actually heard that it was gravy being used, before— I’d always thought it was bouillon.

Yeah, one of the many reasons I miss the bakery/restaurant down the block from my work was that once they got to know me as someone who tipped well and never complained unless they had legitimately fucked up (and was still nice about it even then!), they bent over BACKWARDS for me. I got so many damn free pastries,…