Hazy Days

I know it's a three-day weekend for most of you, but my days are currently a blur of ardent work/languorous leisure. I'm working to drum up freelance gigs, while also trying to launch Sharp Skirts (and also somehow making those the same thing?), taking children to doctors because there's a weird respiratory thing going around, scraping together meals, and then.... time to watch a movie! My life is weird right now, friends.

Oh also, my daughter's theatre gala was last night and she won Best Actress of the year, Outstanding Senior Thespian, Best at Improv, and Most Likely to Win an EGOT. So there. We've got a bright shining star on our hands, folks.

Here are just a few of the things I've been absorbing lately.

🎥 Shoplifters (Peacock)
Hidden gem alert. This Japanese indie follows the daily lives of a group of people who live together and survive through a series of grifts. But are they blood relatives? And if not, how did their paths intersect? All is revealed as the movie progresses and it just gets more engaging and heartbreaking as you go.

📺 Sirens (Netflix)
Pretty sure you can divide TV eras into pre- and post-Big Little Lies. I know there were shows featuring ostentatious wealth before, but that one set a standard for 'cliffside beach/island communities populated by puffy-faced white people swanning around in diaphenous gowns.' And somebody gets murdered. That is this show, but leaning extra-hard on the Lily Pulitzer.

📖 Rabbit, Run
I somehow made it 53 years without having read John Updike. My loss. He wrote a series of books based on a character called Rabbit Angstrom and this is the first. And it's a barn-burner. His sentence structure is mind-boggling, but in a wonderfully topsy-turvy way. He's not freaking James Joyce (thank god) but you do sometimes have to go back and say, wait what did you say? But the plot moves fast and when you get to the climax - holy jeebus. I'm reading every one of these.

I can't wait to watch the Pee Wee Herman doc on HBO this weekend, and I've also somehow fallen into a Friends rewatch. How does that show become like crack once you're in the middle of it? Emily just entered the picture and I love making fun of her British man voice.

xoxo,
Carla