Mad Madness

Anyone who hasn’t already had five martinis today knows that Mad Men starts back up again this weekend. In a delightfully silly move our friends (who live just a few blocks away from Sterling Cooper’s fictional Madison avenue address) are throwing a costume/screening party to watch the season premier. Even though I’d normally jump at the chance to try and put my hair in a bouffant, since Sweetheart and I are pretty bohemian these days, I think we’re going to put on our best beatnik and roll with the horizontal stripes.

Since I won’t be exercising my right to hairspray and heels, I’ll have to live vicariously through the above picture of the Mad Men wardrobe room. Oh what I wouldn’t give for a “Supermarket Sweep” style romp in there. Just five minutes and a few fur stoles, thankyouverymuch. Check out the rest of the Mad Men behind-the-scenes shots from Rolling Stone here. Now somebody get me out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini.

Author: loiseaufait

Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion. Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling). View all posts by loiseaufait