Okay, I’m sorry — I know Sarah Jessica Parker is just out picking up her daughter from school, but I can’t ignore this.
Lady, you are FORTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD. Not four, nor eighty-four, which are about the only two ages when you can get a pass for wearing twee mid-shin socks with bright sandals — the former because you’re a toddler and the latter because you’re potentially senile. It’s like she’s trying so hard to be darling, because darling used to be her hallmark and she doesn’t want to outgrow it. But this isn’t darling; it’s just strange. It vaults her toward the demographic of Edna Who Brought That Neat Ambrosia Salad To Bridge That One Time.