I was just thinking that the other day when her song "Unsent" came on the radio. I'm a notorious channel flipper in the car, but I listened to that particular song all the way through and the words "fresh" and "modern" definitely ran through my head. I've bought a few of her songs piecemeal over the years; I'm…

"(What's the Story) Morning Glory?" by Oasis. Hearing "Wonderwall" even now conjures up the smell of CK One, new Doc Martens, and furtive cigarettes behind the gym.

"Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been."

That little pop of emerald green where you might have expected rubies—gorgeous. And for fans of Dita's nails: you can DIY with Jenna's tutorial for 1930s moon manicures.

I'd like to be a hawk as well. I love spotting red-tailed hawks on my drive to work; it always seems to portend a good day. I didn't realize the Romans actually considered them a lucky omen—that's neat!

"Of all the leaf piles, in all the roads, in all the towns, I get squashed under this one."

I think we have learned from both manuals that bicycles mean certain death and cannot be trusted.

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Shitty Artiste."

"I specifically requested the seventh circle or above. Do you have something with a view of the burning lake of fire?"

Some people keep calling the 1974 Gatsby the first Gatsby — how could you forget about the weird not-20s-looking-at-all Alan Ladd version from 1949?

"Would you like the armor-piercing chèvre or the bleu tipped?"

Is Savannah's diamond actually seafoam green? Maybe it just has witch undertones.

Actual lipsticks lost: 0
Potential lipsticks lost: 3*
$ spent replacing lost makeup: 0

I missed the editing window, but here's the proof (it's in the pudding).

Be it resolved that sticky toffee pudding is the once and future king of puddings, whose greatness would only be diminished by the perching of another, lesser pudding on top. A half-gallon of caramel sauce wouldn't go amiss, however.

What sorcery is this? Is this a thing anyone can do, because oh my god, apple pie ice cream! My vote is for Irish breakfast tea because CLOTTED CREAM SWIRL.

Not gonna lie—I read this as: "Vicar of Dibley! No, no, no, no, no, no...YES!" :)

What could be cozier than a rainy night in with PJs, whiskey, and the Vickster?

I liked this movie better the first time when it was called Coco Avant Chanel, starring Audrey Tautou. Lagerfeld's short uses the same basic plot points (First adversity, then runaway success! Inspiration comes from things around you!) but somehow manages to be ten times as tedious, despite being one-fifth as long.

Stock market in the front; speakeasy in the back!