Wear, Watch, Want #49: The Sharon London Sex Edition
Wear: Denim Jacket
In most of the country May and June signal the start of the summer, but in LA these months are a weird extension of spring. We all seem to forget that it's going to get downright chilly, and so we Southern California residents have to come up with cutesy rhymes like May gray and June gloom to remind ourselves every year that when everyone else is rejoicing in the beginning of summer, we better bring a jacket. I myself am a huge fan of a denim jacket. The one I wear most I've had for at least ten years, and it's perfect with any outfit. Lately I've been throwing it on over athleisure ensembles on these chilly days and it's been wonderful, but it's also one of my favorites to pair with dresses. The one pictured is by J Crew, and while I think investing in a denim jacket is a great idea, that one I mentioned that's over a decade old is from Old Navy and I think cost less than $30. Could it stand to be replaced? Oh I'm sure. But it's also got that nice worn in look, and I like to think it's just getting better - even more classic, shall we say - with age.
When I heard Sharon Horgan, who I have been obsessed with since discovering the genius show Pulling, was creating a TV show with Rob Delaney, I was immediately interested. (Quick second to reiterate how much I love Pulling. I checked out the Pulling DVDs from my local video store at least five times. Anyway, that was how I fell in love with Sharon Horgan and I've stalked her career ever since. BONUS INFO: The cult hit Utopia, which scared/scarred me, was created by Pulling co-writer Dennis Kelly. Quite the tonal shift! I love it!) I was so excited to watch Catastrophe that I used a VPN to watch it when it premiered on Channel 4 in the UK - at that time there was no word on if the show would ever reach the US. When it was announced the Catastrophe would air in the US on Amazon Prime, I watched it again. Catastrophe's third season was recently released stateside and it's still an absolutely fantastic show that makes me laugh, cry, and continue to evangelize about how much I love Sharon Horgan.
Catastrophe is the story of Sharon Morris and Rob Norris, who meet and have a weeklong affair while Rob is in London for business. Once Rob is back in the US he gets a call from Sharon telling him that she's pregnant. Rob returns to London, gets a job, and the two try to figure out how to have a life together. They're both a bit of a mess, but they're pretty perfect for each other, and it's a pretty adorable, realistic love story.
A friend of my mom's recommended the show to her and knowing that I watch every TV show, my mom asked me if I thought she'd like it. I told her that it's probably a little more blue than she's used to, but it's also really sweet. Want an example? Here's my favorite moment (that's a mild spoiler): In season 2, it's actually three years after season 1, and now Sharon and Rob have been married for awhile and they have two kids, they own a house, they're pretty settled. Rob's at work and his phone rings and Sharon's name pops up, but she's still in his phone as "Sharon London Sex." When I saw that I "Awwww"ed out loud. I told my mom this story and she "awwww"ed. If you're the type of person that thinks that's an "awwwww" worthy moment, Catastrophe is the show for you. By the way: "Sharon London Sex" is literally my favorite moment from all three seasons of Catastrophe. Great work, guys.
Want: Birkenstock Black Patent Gizeh Sandals
This week, the unthinkable happened. Someone stole my Birkenstocks. Well, to be specific, they took my Birkenstocks and left me theirs, but I don't want your Birks, I want mine. I went to pilates class, left my shoes outside the door as directed, and when I came out my shoes weren't where I left them. "Hmmm," I thought, "that's odd." Then I saw some black Birks on the other end of the benches where we stash our shoes, and I figured someone needed to move the shoes for... some reason. I grabbed the sandals and put them on and immediately knew something was wrong. They were two sizes too small. I walked into the front office, holding up the shoes, and said, "Hey, weird problem! These aren't my shoes!" Emails were sent out, assurances were made, my shoes have yet to be returned. I want my shoes back. They don't even fit you.