Betts Draper's Wardrobe Pic!Spam
Made this for the current challenge (Colour Focus) of picspammy. I was going for a Charlotte "Chuck" Charles pic!spam, but someone beat me to it, alas this Betty one was born. Betts has an impeccable, fabulous, vintage wardrobe that simply deserves this homage.
Plus, I love the character. No matter what people say, nor how they bash her. She got to me somewhere around season 1, and holds her well-liked status ever since. Anyhow, I hope everyone enjoys this little pic!spam ;)
Arthur: You're so profoundly sad.
Betty: No. It's just my people are Nordic.
Betty: She wanted me to be beautiful so I could find a man. There's nothing wrong with that. But then what? Just sit, and smoke, and let it go 'til you're in a box?
Betty: It's hard to hold on to anything these days.
Betty: I don't know why I'm here. I mean, I do. I'm nervous, I guess. Anxious. I don't sleep that well. And my hands... They're fine now, it's like when you have a problem with your car, and you go to a mechanic, and it's not doing it anymore. Not that you're a mechanic. I guess a lot of people must come here worried about the bomb. Is that true? It's a common nightmare, people say. I read it in a magazine. My mother always told me that it wasn't polite to talk about yourself. She passed away recently. I guess I already said that.
That's all there is. Hope it was entertaining :)
Plus, I love the character. No matter what people say, nor how they bash her. She got to me somewhere around season 1, and holds her well-liked status ever since. Anyhow, I hope everyone enjoys this little pic!spam ;)
Arthur: You're so profoundly sad.
Betty: No. It's just my people are Nordic.
Betty: She wanted me to be beautiful so I could find a man. There's nothing wrong with that. But then what? Just sit, and smoke, and let it go 'til you're in a box?
Betty: It's hard to hold on to anything these days.
Betty: I don't know why I'm here. I mean, I do. I'm nervous, I guess. Anxious. I don't sleep that well. And my hands... They're fine now, it's like when you have a problem with your car, and you go to a mechanic, and it's not doing it anymore. Not that you're a mechanic. I guess a lot of people must come here worried about the bomb. Is that true? It's a common nightmare, people say. I read it in a magazine. My mother always told me that it wasn't polite to talk about yourself. She passed away recently. I guess I already said that.
That's all there is. Hope it was entertaining :)