After years of coveting one, I have at last scored a Hyacinth dress. On Etsy of course. Whether it fits, and exactly how Hyacinth-y it is, remains to be seen, but these are the references:
I already have an Onslow outfit (white undershirt, so-classic-they’re-grungy blue jeans), so I think this just leaves sister Rose and neighbor Elizabeth. Rose I’ll skip (I’m too old for the clothes themselves, but too young for the look to be Rose-esque)The but Elizabeth holds a certain appeal, and can also be got on Etsy, but at a higher price point. Laura Ashley, apparently. Hyacinth, ever the striver, is a more affordable off-brand polyester.
Is my life a 1990s Britcom? I never leave a small, quasi-suburban area of Toronto, and interact with a pandemic-small cast of characters. The mundanities of front and back yard, of acquaintances’ idiosyncratic pretentions, what else is there? So I will lean into this. I will answer the duct-cleaning spam calls with, “The Bouquet residence, the lady of the house speaking.” I will respond to the behavior of Toronto drivers with the Victor Meldrew catchphrase, “Unbelieveable!” I will refer to influencer-inspired eggs and kale as full English breakfast, if only in my own head.
See below, still true.
You would look lovely in that dress.
Parenting is full of mundanities, punctuated with periods of sublime joy and immeasurable pride.
Embrace it.