I think it’s really about the luck and grit of the creative process. Mrs. Maisel stands up on stage and belts out comedy. People laugh. Then she bombs. Then she revises. Bombs. Revises. And once in a while scores a big laugh.
She persists even though her husband leaves her with two small children. Her parents freak out. She loses her gorgeous mid-century-furnished apartment. She lands in jail. Twice.
She persists. Along the way, she finds cheer and challenge. In a loyal manager. An Oscar de la Renta floral silk sheath with a lavender trapeze overcoat. A fuchsia pillbox hat.