
It's no surprise to me that Carl Winslow -- who is, here, working on his blog, on which he refers to Zoe and Judson as "Zudson" -- has a natty walking stick. He is the best dressed person in Bluebell.

And Wade is the best UNdressed person in Bluebell. I'm just saying.

Here, Jason Street is all mopey because Lemon Doesn't Care About Him and normally, I'd be all, "Jason Street, her mom is terrible! This is not about you!" but actually I think she DOESN'T care about him, and that's a problem. That being said, I like this dress. FOR ONCE.

It cracks me up that this show ONLY uses cut-away shots of Judson on the phone when an animal is in frame. He's never at a coffee shop, or walking down the street. He's always in the middle of chatting up a goat when he gets a call.

I do love a good robe.

Smash cut to Mad Men. I mean, right? Skinny ties and brown liquor = Don Draper's around here somewhere. (Please let Don Draper be around here somewhere.)

....I just can't even, you guys.

Lavon, on the other hand, wisely knows that the smoothest man in town wears a burgundy velvet jacket on Valentine's Day.

I MEAN COME ON. This jacket looks like a rash mated with a crepe myrtle.

I do think Zoe might make more friends in Bluebell if she were willing to share her tips for the perfect smoky eye.

And I salute this show for always having her wearing legitimately kind of terrible lounge wear. Because everyone's lounge wear is generally legitimately kind of terrible. I'm wearing Old Navy cropped sweats and a grandpa cardigan RIGHT NOW.

I'm contractually obligated to end this with shirtlessness.
