The Ladies of Mad Men Pop Quiz!

Every year around this time, I drag myself to my closet, and face facts: it's fall, for real this time, and I need to pack away my light summer dresses and airy skirts, and lug out the Chunky Wool Pile. Oh, Chunky Wool Pile. So we meet again. And I try -- really, I do -- to stay focused on the task at hand, but instead of diligently swapping out this suit for that, and tearfully boxing up my sandals, I just start TRYING EVERYTHING ON. And what's worse, is I, um, play dress up. And not "let's go to a fancy party" dress up, which is at least somewhat normal, but rather, "let's dress like actual TV characters!" dress up. What I am, it must be acknowledged, is a master of procrastination.

I started pulling out a tweed dress, packed away since last spring, and realized it was absurdly Mad Men. I folded up a tie-collar shirt, and realized it, too, was insanely Mad Men. After mentioning my activities on Twitter, a few people asked for photographic evidence. Who am I to deny anyone? Particularly when it means even MORE procrastination from the drudgery of the task at hand?

J and I, obviously, had our standard conversation where I explained to him that I need a photo shoot for something really, really stupid, and he was all, "right, but how is this helping you with the whole cleaning out your closet thing, which you started to do two hours ago? With much enthusiasm, might I add?" Thankfully, I had the old "well, YOU DREW A GIANT J ON YOUR MATTRESS FOR CRISSAKES, we all DO THINGS OTHERS DON'T UNDERSTAND, J" ace in the hole to get him to acquiesce. Strategy! I am basically Sun Tzu, is what I'm saying. 

And so, I bring you...The Ladies of Mad Men Pop Quiz! I have been known to do this before,.  and I find the pop quiz aspect really brings something to the table, and by something, I mean "nothing, really, I just like the idea of quizzes about stupid things."

Go on, guess who I am in the following pictures:

 

Eyes on your own paper!