Posts tagged sarah jessica parker
Posts tagged sarah jessica parker
I’ve never understood twins in coordinated outfits. If I had a twin, I would dress her slightly worse than I dress myself, so you could always see just how good I look in comparison. Also, I would never hold her hand.
Twins still freak me out a little, but these coordinated outfits from Loretta and Tabitha Broderick shows why at least one of them (Tabitha, left) is on her way to being a fashion icon.
As for SJP, well, I have no idea why we ever considered her stylish in the first place. (She is wearing what appear to be knock-off Uggs.)
I’m impressed by how well Tabitha and Loretta Broderick dress themselves, considering their mother is such a granny mess. Way to break the cycle, ladies. I did it, too, and it’s harder than it looks.
That face James Wilkie Broderick is making is the exact same face I made when I saw his outfit.
Does he know his parents have money and can afford to buy him clothes without holes? And what would you call the color of that jacket — mucus green? Moldy corner green?
These days, every one of Sarah Jessica Parker’s outfits is worse than the last. I don’t think that sweater has fit her properly since 1998. Which, incidentally, is probably the last time it would have been fashionable.
Sarah Jessica Parker drives a leased Honda Odyssey:
“I sing along all day long as I’m driving my minivan, dropping the kids off. Respect the van. I’m telling you, it’s the most wonderful car.”
You make Katie look like a cool mom, which is a real feat.
And she LEASES it? Has she learned nothing from Suze Orman? Car payments are for poor people.
Sarah Jessica Parker talks about her twins in this month’s Vogue:
“Tabitha’s very, very outgoing, but physically she’s very shy,” says Parker. “She shakes in elevators; it’s very sweet, like Bambi. And then Loretta is pale, like my husband, with piercing blue eyes. But she’s physically bold.” Watching them, she marvels at how they could be so different and yet so recognizably related. “I think it’s funny how much she looks like my husband,” she says of Tabitha. “Except then I look at Loretta and she has my husband’s mouth and sort of sad eyes, you know the kind that go down? The Broderick eyes. They both really look like him.”
If I ever catch Katie saying anything less than favorable about my disposition or my appearance or—heaven forbid—any of my many neuroses, I will emancipate myself.
