If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

One more Parisian slapper in the house can't make much difference.

Like my miniature beret?  They're the latest thing, you know, and it was very expensive.  (That's a lie.  There's no such thing as a miniature beret.  It's a child's beret and I wore it when I was a very chic and picturesque six-year-old, and I continue to wear it because I'm too cheap to buy a red beret when I've got a perfectly good red beret that just happens to be sliiiightly too small.)

On Saturday morning I was a '40s Land Girl, and on Saturday night I was a '20s flapper.

Alexa was just a one-legged crazy person.