I love me some period dramas, people. That's when my inner drama queen and my fashion whore get together and make sweet sweet lavish imagination babies. My recent fix has been Downton Abbey on PBS.
And because there's one more part of me that I would be happy to add to that baby's genetic makeup, it's that delightful British comedy I love so damn hard.
Hooray for Red Nose Day! Bringing you...
Uptown Downstairs Abbey!
I just imagine myself back in one of these little fashion and fainting couch ensembles and ignore the fact that, seriously, if I had lived in those times, I would be the poor bastard getting slapped in the face by the cook for not cleaning the fireplace right. It could be worse, though. Even the chambermaids are brilliant because the actresses are brilliant. And, hey, look at Kim Catrall, getting her period on!
Okay, that just sounded gross. Plus we all know she's about eighty, so that's scientifically impossible anyway.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go feed my imagination baby some Upstairs, Downstairs.
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