Gabby Windey

She is incredibly self-unaware but aware at the same time.

She doesn't care to be aware.

She is truth in her being of unapologeticness.

She bought the first piece of clothing to Schitt's Creek out of mainland China.

This is a woman of importance, a sustainable woman with scruples of her own.

She's not immoral.

Sure, she has proclivities for bad wigs and weird hair pieces, but we should all strive to have a wig wall no matter where we lie, the Rosebud Motel or the Hollywood Hills.

A woman who understands her worth lies in the hair of God knows who's past, but I imagine she was similar, a woman of strength and knowledge.

But whoever's hair those strands once belonged to are done justice by Moira Rose.

Whoever's hair those strands were donated from are treated like a museum hung up on a prestigious wall of the Rosebud Motel.

Whoever's hair those strands hail will live on forever, unlike the wearer of the wig rip.

But Moira Rose is immortal.

She shall not sacrifice her identity simply because her whole life has been seized and she is transported to a double bed with a styrofoam-like coverlet and outlets that probably don't work.

You do the test and retest and test and retest and test and retest.

Excuse me, these outlets are out again.

And I cannot blow dry the wig of Betsy.

Never sell your avant-garde couture, very interesting wardrobe because it makes you you.

And I, I have the honor of knowing the stylist for Moira Rose.

She works on the body of Netflix.

And I feel honored and lucky to be in her presence.