Worlds Colliding

I'm guessing there's a Simpsons writer who was a fan of Chekhov? (Obviously, since a bunch of them went to Harvard they probably ALL have read Chekhov, idiot.)

From The Grasshopper:

Every day Olga Ivanovna rose at eleven o'clock and played the piano, but if it was sunny she painted in oils. After twelve she would drive to her dressmaker's. As both she and Dymov were very hard up, she and her dressmaker had to resort to all kinds of cunning devices so that she could always appear in new dresses to dazzling effect. Very often, from old dyed frocks or worthless scraps of tulle, lace, plush and silk there would emerge something miraculous and truly seductive - a dream of a dress.

Which of course should remind you of that episode of The Simpsons when Marge finds a nice outfit and then spends weeks altering it over & over to impress her newfound rich "friends".