008 The Sound of Music: Curtain Couture and Other Crimes Against Fashion

Grab your curtain-made play clothes and prepare to sing your little heart out—this week, we’re diving deep into the hills of Austria and our lifelong love (and slight critique) of The Sound of Music.

We’re talking sing-along screenings, our grandmother’s mysterious trip to Salzburg, Julie Andrews’ bowl cut trauma, and whether or not sailor suits are a cry for help. Plus: Did Rolf have to be such a tool? And why does "My Favorite Things" always end up on Christmas playlists?

Also: One of us gets the shaft on grandma’s souvenirs. The other gets a music box. Guess who’s still bitter?

🎶 In This Episode, We Discuss:

• The sing-along screening in uptown Charlotte (and the unofficial audience participation rules)
• The Sound of Music as the PG-rated Rocky Horror
• Why Julie Andrews’ hair looks like that (yes, there’s a real reason)
• The time Rolf broke all our hearts
• Liesl’s tragic olive green dress and clogs (WHO approved this?)
• Nazis, sabotage, and the Mother Superior’s “sin”
• Why “My Favorite Things” became a Christmas song (??? still a mystery)
• Nostalgia, family memories, and that glorious Do-Re-Mi montage

👀 Also Mentioned:

• Daniel Truhitte (Rolf) lives in North Carolina?!
• General Hospital nun cameo—yes, we see you, Lila Quartermaine.
• Grandma's Salzburg souvenir politics: the red bell mystery.
• The magic of twirling on mountaintops (and the power of helicopter wind)

📺 Rewatch Status:

✅ Fully endorsed. Again and again and again. DVD, Disney+, or sing-along screenings—The Sound of Music is timeless.

📬 Tell Us Your Thoughts!

Do you have a favorite scene or song from The Sound of Music?
Were you the Leisl or the Louisa in your family?
Did your grandma also go to Austria without bringing you anything?

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