My Girl is probably going to get dragged to the edge of the earth and back for wearing my mom’s bedding set from the 90s (I’m not joking, that looks exactly like my mom’s bedding set from the 90s) to the Emmys tonight, but I, for one, love it and want to curl up in it and drink ro-zay out of the bottle while watching a Flip or Flop marathon.
Anna Chlumsky had a baby pulled out of her body about two months ago, so I can’t hate on her for saying to herself, “You know, I don’t want to get out of bed, so I’m going to bring the bed with me.” She wore a bedspread, a pillow case and a damn bedskirt.
Anna had the right idea, though. She’s been to this shit before. She knows it’s more boring than a second season episode of Bloodline and longer than the Hammaconda, so she came prepared. While all of the other fools sit uncomfortably in their seat while wearing some tight ass dress, she can wrap that long bedspread train around her body and go mimi times. Well played, My Girl!