You know when you go to theme parks when you're a kid and you and your family can dress up like you're in a Country and Western Saloon, circa 1920's? Dad's given an old school replica shotgun, florid waistcoat and dodgy Stetson, Mum's dressed up to resemble the blousy shot-slamming landlady, you and your siblings are trussed up in a variety of ruffles, petticoats and silly hats and given a few props such as a fanned deck of playing cards to really bring the scene alive? Then you are arranged in a witty composition, told to look serious, because everyone in old photographs always looks serious, and a few teeth-grindingly embarrassing minutes later you are given a cleverly antiqued-up - read sephia - picture that will fool future houseguests into thinking you're ancestors were big shots in the wild, wild West?
Well, I think it is entirely possible that Paula was deprived of this important childhood institution and is darn-well making up for it now. Somebody give that woman a lace fan, a handsome gambler and a part in Maverick, quick smart!
