This week’s episode was conveniently divided into three separate plotlines… almost like they were trying to help us out at YKYLF by pre-dividing into three posts. Thanks, show! In Part 1, Peggy blows the Heinz pitch, blows off work to go to a movie where she smokes up and – well, doesn’t blow anything else per se, but gets pretty darn close.
Did you ever wonder how Peggy winds up looking like a hot mess so much of the time? We learn this week that it takes lots of time and effort, which makes it that much more confusing.
Peggy wakes up in the morning with her sweet BF, with her hair in pin curls and this super-cute slip.
Seriously, this slip is 10x cuter than any other garment of clothing she owns. And notice this looking-at-ones-reflection motif, this is the first of many appearances of this camera trick.
Seriously, the slip is SO! CUTE!
Peggy being Peggy, she wrecks this promising foundation with this unholy air hostess meets Girl Guide scarf/vest explosion:
Seriously. This is an intricate mess of a cray-cray outfit. I totally appreciate Janie Bryant freaking out when she found this in a vintage store, but it was originally owned by some tragic, Peggy Olson type and it assaults our eyeballs for the first third of this episode.
No, seriously. The scarf is like, fully a part of the vest shenanigans:
This is like a weird bondage garment that probably took about 30 minutes to properly weave the scarf through AND TO WHAT END? She wrecks the Heinz presentation with her Don Draper lite routine AND her makeup IS SO HORRIBLE.
Was this blue eyeshadow look inspired by:
a) Dame Edna
b) Jane, from Jane By Design
c) Sally Draper, playing around with her mother’s makeup at a slumber party
d) a misguided attempt to emulate Megan Draper.
e) all of the above?
No surprise Peggy’s day went from bad to weird to OMFG PUT YOUR HANDS AWAY IN THE MOVIE THEATRE. I totally blame the eyeshadow.
People looking at their reflections count: 2.
Peggy’s coat is tragic. It looks cute at first, but then in close-up we see…
The floral print lining, the epaulette-style collar, the way it looks with her bondage-scarf-vest-disaster… just like, call it a day. Go home, eat some ice cream. It’ll all be better tomorrow.
Oh, and Stan shows up just long enough to show us that:
a) His polo shirts are so tight you can basically see each individual cigarette in that packet in his shirt pocket.
b) He turned the upholstery of my father’s old VW van into a sports jacket.
Meanwhile, Peggy’s brother from another poorly dressed mother, Ginsberg, is wearing a mismatched shirt and tie combo with jeans and… construction boots?
… or something? I don’t even know. But Ginsberg has bigger problems on his hands, what with the being born in a Concentration Camp and possibly being insane and/or being an actual Martian.
Did you notice he did his whole “I am actually from Mars,” speech looking at his own reflection in the window? Reflection count: 3.
And it’s too bad he wasn’t invited to Pete and Trudy’s party from last episoe. His sweet plaid sports jacket would have fit right in.