I wasn’t named after Pam Ewing, although I might as well have been. My mother was obsessed with Dallas and we watched it together every Sunday night for the series’ entire 13-year run. Southfork’s goings-on saw me from footed cartoon PJ’s into early 90′s Pat Fields catsuits. From babbling toddler to sarcastic teenager. Although I watched the show religiously, I quietly resented the gorgeous, rich and stylish wife of Bobby Ewing, knowing I would never be a worthy namesake. Given our weekly ritual, I spent hours of my formative years wondering what it would be like to be the Neiman-Marcus-shopping, Norma-Kamali-clad Texan beauty with the perfect blowout.
I recently came across these TV stills of Pam looking the kind of perfect that used to make me feel hopeless. I give you Mrs. Ewing, looking fresh and current as ever.
