Things had been SO dismal with this one for the last few months that I actually shouted, “OH THANK GOD,” when she showed up in this:
I LOVE her in navy — a hue she hardly ever wears — and you know I react kindly to sparkles. I want to clasp this to my bosom and treasure it and make it sultry promises. I am not sure loose hair was the play, but her titian locks are such an enviable pleasure that I’ve decided not to care. Besides, I’m very busy trying to resist buying a thousand dollars worth of whatever she puts on her skin to make it look like that. I hope the answer is “cans of garbanzo beans,” because if my cupboard is any indication, I might already HAVE a thousand dollars’ worth of that.