My mom entrusted me to iron the tablecloth and I felt very grown-up and clueless.
Then I watched Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, which was bubbly, predictable and absolutely delightful. Fairy tale ending extraordinaire, but I loved it. And... just when I thought I couldn't possibly adore Lee Pace, aka Ned the Pie Maker, any more, he turns up looking like THIS
and being the gallant, dashing, romantic, perfect man. WITH a British accent. And he can sing pretty well too. Too bad Santa already came and went.
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