The Midge Lifestyle
January 13, 2012
One of the paintings my parents brought with them this past weekend is still leaning against my bedroom closet’s door. I haven’t hung it yet because I’ve basically been mainlining episodes of Community since Sunday night (OMG, such a good show, it’s like crack, except I don’t want to get cleeeeeean), and I kind of want to just leave it there? I don’t know, it makes me feel all carelessly, effortlessly artsy and just the right amount of mussed. Artfully mussed, yes, that’s what I’m achieving with this painting leaning ohhhhh so casually next to my shoe rack. Like one of those messy buns that people secretly spend hours doing, making sure each strand is just so. I feel like, you know who would have unframed paintings just laying around her apartment? Midge, Don Draper’s mistress from season one, that’s who! And I always envied her silky, slinky kimono, as well as her choice of lover (duh), so this cast-off painting is frankly just one step closer to me sleeping with Jon Hamm, essentially. Boom. Laziness: justified.
