The back of her suede vest has words encrusted with rhinestones that I can barely make out through her hair. I do manage to read “Lamb & Goat Auction Committee.“ She is super proud to be on that mutton committee. And, hell yeah, she should! She’s got a look and a role and she’s owning the ostrich leather out of it. It occurred to me that everything this woman cares about I didn’t even know existed before this moment. That’s the thing about things, they only really matter when they matter to us.
