Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
picking up a child and sitting them on your hip like a sack of potatoes and you turn into a voluptuous Russian midwife
wearing off shoulder shirt and feeling like a character in a rom-com
Wearing a sweater and a calf-length skirt while you bring in your laundry, and suddenly you’re a young housewife whose husband is off in the Pacific Theater during WWII, doing the best you can.
Death By Catchphrase 