Apparently, The Devil Wears Prada sequel is slated for 2026, and I, for one, am delighted, not because I need another movie (I really don’t), but because it officially resurrects one of the most perfectly dismissive lines in cinematic history.

“Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.”

I have been chuckling thinking about it.

Not laughing. Chuckling. The kind of low, knowing chuckle you make when you recognize a truth so sharp it could cut glass or at least chiffon. Get it? Wink. Wink.

I find myself wondering how many times I can deploy this line naturally in everyday life.

In a meeting:
“So the strategic direction is… more of the same?”
Pause.
Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.

At a bar:
“Oh, he’s into crypto now?”
Florals? For spring?

At the dinner table:
“We’re doing chicken again?”
You see where I’m going.

The real question, of course, is: will people get it?
Will they recognize the reference?
Will they clock the irony?
Will they understand that this is not about fashion at all, but about expectations, originality, and my dwindling tolerance for the obvious?

If they don’t? That’s fine too. It still delights me. And that may be the most Miranda Priestly thing of all.

Because here’s the truth. This coming year is already moving at a quick clip. I can feel it. The calendar is filling itself. The stakes are higher. The decisions matter. The days don’t linger politely anymore. They jog.

I have a lot going on. Important things. Meaningful things. Hard things. Joyful things.

And in a year like that, florals for spring simply won’t cut it.

Not in ideas.
Not in leadership.
Not in conversation.
Not in how I show up.

This is a year for momentum, not repetition. For discernment, not default settings. For noticing when something is presented as “new” simply because it’s familiar and safe.

Psychologically speaking, this is the year I am less impressed by what looks acceptable and more interested in what actually moves the needle. What surprises. What risks. What fits the moment.

So yes, I will be bringing that line back. I will sprinkle it into rooms where it maybe doesn’t belong.
I will smile inwardly when no one reacts. I will clock who does react.

Because sometimes a throwaway line from a movie isn’t just a joke. It’s a shorthand for values.

And this year? I’m not here for predictable palettes.

Florals for spring?
Not groundbreaking.
And definitely not enough.