Anita Greenkard tells Daniel that she likes bright colors. "The brighter the better." Daniel says that Anita is "this glamazon, flamenco kind of dancer." OK. He's going to play off of that, yet make it more "couture." Daniel is so busy being snobby that I feel like he just misses the point all of the time. Anita Greenkard does not look couture. She looks FLASHY. Make it flashy, Daniel! Forget about your tony boarding school high-fallutin fancy accent talking bullshit and make a flashy dress for the fucking tranny! What's the puzzle there? DO IT.
Tim ends the consultations and all of the queens kiss and hug their designers. As they are walking out the door, one of the girls says, "Tim, call me." He laughs. People, I want Tim Gunn to find love. Don't you think he deserves it? Do you remember those interviews where he said he'd had his heart broken years ago and now he's just this spinster? I can't stand it! He's a national fucking treasure, for God's sake. Tim Gunn deserves to get laid. I think we need to do something about it. Now I'm not saying one of those messes up in there is the right candidate, but I just thought now would be a good time to start the MUST FIND LOVE FOR GUNN campaign. I'm thinking a dermatologist or art history professor or artisan cheese maker or perhaps an ACLU lawyer? Something like that. Help me out here. What does it say about us if we just sit here enjoying Tim Gunn while his twilight years are passing with no one to share it with but his cat and Chivas? I don't like what it says, that's what it says.
Next, Tim takes the designers to Mood. Terri says that Acid Betty is like seven feet tall, so she has to get a lot of fabric. Stella says that Luisa Verde likes to be ladylike and she's going to achieve that be bringing slickness. I know, doesn't sound very intuitive. I think she knows what she's talking about. Kenley says that Farrah Moans looks like Marilyn Monroe, so she wants to create a design that is Old Hollywood, yet over-the-top. There's lots of scrambling at the end of their time at Mood. As she's checking out, Terri says to a clerk, "There ya' go, cha-ching-ching-ching." I'm not sure, because I'm not psychic, but I'm thinking that maybe Terri and I are supposed to be friends. Because it would be very easy for her to make me happy. A little "cha-ching-ching-ching" and I would seriously laugh for like two minutes. Really. Her life would be so easy -- at least the portion of her life dedicated to making her new best friend laugh.