I am not one for flash, bling, sparkles and crystals, but when those otherwise tacky materials are used to adorn someone this gorgeous, then I can only stand in awe of how that someone, wearing what could look like a pageant gown on a stick model, looks elegant and enviable. It’s like her very skin glimmers. And the red hair, slightly tousled. Sigh. Thank you for existing, Christina Hendricks. Now, get back to work on Mad Men, before I make a huge mistake and start watching that wretched-looking The Playboy Club. I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself.