The word of the week is intervention:
in·ter·ven·tion
–noun
I was flipping through a magazine this weekend and one page had photos of celebrities attending a snazzy New York event. The photos showed lots of smiling faces in beautiful cocktail dresses and evening gowns. Except for one.
This one particular celeb looked like she had been attacked by a flock of crazed flamingos. I kid you not. Really, I could not make this up. Her long flowing gown was covered in what looked like pink feathers. Nevermind that the dress was clearly designed for someone much, much smaller. Nevermind that the pink feather trail looked like she was about to be swallowed by a punch-doused Big Bird. Nevermind that the whole thing was a hideous spectacle.
The thought I couldn’t get out of my head was “Who let her go out on stage dressed like that?” Seriously, there had to be someone there who considered staging an intervention, burying the flamingo frock and finding something much better suited to the celeb and the event. Where was that person?
I know there are times I could use a little intervention.
Honest.
Like when it comes to chocolate, shoes, party planning, chocolate, shopping in general, chocolate, cleaning and chocolate, I’m pretty sure I could occasionally use an intervention.
And I am begging and pleading with my friends to please intervene if I ever put on something that looks like it has been mauled by a large pink bird. Please don’t let me out the door. Please.
Thanks forever!
Shanna
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