Here sits Phoebe Buffay, bewitched by a conversation about kissing and Pink Floyd, looking like a gypsy Laura Ingalls Wilder. Nothing says lets milk a cow after I read your palm like braids, chokers, and a sage-colored tank top. Note the fact that Phoebe can't leave her apartment without blank stare and a hand covered with rings.
Phoebe Buffay: She invented the pouf.
She's just going full-on Esmerelda in this episode and I LOVE IT. That long, sheer, flowy skirt is pink and patterned and perfect for finding Rachel's wedding ring in Monica's casserole (oh the horror!). Phoebe always seems to know how to dress for any occasion, even ones involving italian food and broken engagements.
God I love that chair.
She may be lounging around in a white, collarless, button-up shirt watching a sonogram of her friend's ex-wife's uterus (NORMAL!), but she is still keeping it fresh with a neck of beads and a pouf fit for a Jersey Queen.
Happy New Year, may this one be The One with Peace, Happiness, and Friends
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