Fug File: stripes

During the awards, I got a text from Heather — YES SOMETIMES WE ARE NOT IN THE SAME ROOM (but never fear, we remain in communication if something happens that the other person needs to know about, like one of us has a really good sandwich) — and it said, “I both love Hailee’s dress and think it looks like an Ikea bedspread. ” I replied that I ALSO loved it, and yet was reminded of a fabulous beach towel. And then we agreed that in spite of this, the dress is great and she is fabulous, and that, Fug Nation, is about the size of it:

How cute is this? I think she’s my best-dressed of the night for the second awards ceremony in a row. (It is Prada, in case you’re wondering who makes something that’s both REALLY CUTE and sort of reminiscent of a variety of linens, in a way that is not actually an insult.) I just think it’s so, so charming: graphic and bold and very age-appropriate. I love that it has straps — it makes it so much younger — and I think the colors are so youthful but not at all cutesy. I would love it as a bath towel, yes, but I REALLY love it as a dress. She’s been looking so fantastic lately that now I’m getting nervous about the Oscars. You know, like say your college basketball team is really, really good. And you get toward the end of the season and you’re undefeated. Contrary to what you may believe, this is kind of a bad thing. I hate being undefeated, because the pressure — THE PRESSURE — is just too much and you start thinking that you’re GOING to lose eventually, but you’re heading into the tournament in March and if you lose then, you’re OUT, so MY GOD, you need to lose a game just so that it’s OVER with and that shoe doesn’t drop when it really, really counts. So what I’m saying is, I kind of hope she shows up to a pre-Oscar party wearing a live chicken on her head and a pair of leather booty shorts, so we can all get it out of the way and really bring it February 27th.