I have never been to Talbots but Talbots roared into my existence a few weeks ago, making me wonder if it’s a sign and that I should become a Talbots woman. This woman (I presume, judging from the website) would own a closet full of sherbet-colored cardigans, neutral cropped pants, and so many scarves that she would need to watch the online scarf-styling tutorial.

I got a message from a friend on Facebook:

You were in my dream last night so I took it as a sign to write. You were head of Talbots and we were sitting in a board room full of people. I had just been hired.

I wrote about that on Twitter:

a friend told me she dreamt i was the president of talbot’s. i smell a career change!

The same day, Mrs. Kennedy tweeted:

Talbots, your old-ladyness is simultaneously charming me and stifling my will to live.

Odd, since Mrs. K doesn’t follow me on Twitter. I wrote to Mrs. K, to whom I related the Talbot blurbs:

I am sitting at my oracle, trying to divine the meaning of this. By oracle, I mean wine bottle.

Mrs. K responded:

I would divine it as: Talbots’s style is really, really conservative but you could probably take individual pieces and do crazy things with them if you had the eye for it. Also, the people who work there are incredibly nice. Career change FTW!

This whole thing (oddly) reminds me of The Wire when McNulty takes Omar (gangster kingpin) out to shop for a suit, so that he looks presentable as a witness for a murder trial. He dismisses the sherbet-colored suits as being preppy. Watch it, it’s hilarious and no spoilers:

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