Rosie doesn’t feel like she has any sense of fashion. She blames her
Start: The truth is, I have no fashion sense - never did. For many years I blamed this on my mom’s death. Then again, I blame pretty much everything on that, my weight, my addiction to television, my inability to spell. In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. [... … …] End: I have no visuals of prom dresses or favourite sweaters or shoes I couldn’t live without. Clothes are just something I use for cover, leaving room for one electric blue memory.
For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Nora and Delia Ephron, Love, Loss and What I Wore, Dramatist Play Services, 2008.
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