While many people watch Glee for the music—and admittedly, sometimes I do—I watch for the fashion. I love to pick out all of the anthropologie sweaters of Emma Pillsbury's or dresses of Quinn's that currently hang in my closet. But mostly, I love to covet every single thing about Rachel Berry, even down to her horse sweaters and knee socks.
It's like a fun game for me.
Insead of the game I could be playing: How does a teenager afford this lovely and enviable wardrobe full of many, many pea coats and Kate Spade dresses?
It's not in a OHMYGODWEAREONTHETITANIC! fear of sinking or hitting large icebergs, though. And it's not in a {cue the music from JAWS} fear of beaten eaten by large sea creatures kind of fear either. It's a fear of a) being out of control (You'll soon learn that I tend to be a wee bit of a control freak) and b) being sick. I mean, one can only read so many articles about cruise ships being hit with the Norwalk virus before the word TREND starts flashing before one's eyes. And those eyes would belong to me.
