I'd love to pull off Dior New Look, but I don't have enough curves. My measurements are all within a few inches of each other.
Maria is me. I'm just a column lookin' for curves.
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I'd love to pull off Dior New Look, but I don't have enough curves. My measurements are all within a few inches of each other.
Maria is me. I'm just a column lookin' for curves.
Today I'm wearing khaki pants that the last time I tried on I couldn't wear because they were SKIN tight! They fit now! And the lavendar blouse I'm wearing was snug around the tummy but now it fits loose.
Ihaven't had a significant weight loss, but the last few times I've been on the scales at Publix I've lost a pound or so from the time before. The only things I've changed are 1) not eating out and 2) eating vegetarian at home.
Much VCC~ma to you, Jilli.
Yay on newly fitting pants, askye!
Oooo! VCCma, Jilli.
Someday, some fine day, I will live that life. I will, dammit.
When you do, expect me to invite myself over.
I want the life that came with A Constant Wife. Not the adultery bit, but the amazingly lovely and well-put together suits and dresses and hats and amazing colors and Art Deco creeping into the Old World....
I could easily do a life from The Wings of the Dove. Without, you know, fleecing a dying heiress.
Today I'm wearing khaki pants that the last time I tried on I couldn't wear because they were SKIN tight! They fit now!
Wheee!
I'd love to pull off Dior New Look, but I don't have enough curves. My measurements are all within a few inches of each other.
Totally. Well, I have boobs, so that much is okay, but my waist and hips are pretty much a straight (okay, kind of a bumpy) line.
Maybe I just want to be Not!Me.
But You!You is a lovely, breathtaking, and incredibly generous woman. I'd bemoan the loss of the current version of juliana.
I'm just a column lookin' for curves.
Bwah!
I'd love to pull off Dior New Look, but I don't have enough curves. My measurements are all within a few inches of each other.
Maria is me. I'm just a column lookin' for curves.
Maria and ChiKat are me. When deciding which of the three or so basic styles available to me for my garb, HouseMum won me to the one I chose with the word "slimming." And on looking at a mockup in the mirror, it even implies curves!
Oh, and a batcave full of VCC~ma to Jilli.
Then who would be juliana? Someone has to, or the world grows more pointless.
I think what I want, secretly, is the life -- or part of it -- that comes with a Victorian day dress. Like, afternoon calls. And being driven somewhere in a carriage. And having a big late afternoon tea. And, you know, a maid.
I don't bother with the "secretly." Or the singular maid. I want cooks and gardeners and maids.
Although I'm not too sure about the afternoon calls...I had to do that at our first posting: leave the calling card, be escorted to the parlor by the butler, chat over drinks/tea and tiny bites of tasteless food. It was fun to do intermittently for a couple years, but it was ultimately like role-playing.
VCC~ma to Jilli! (Can the Californista put in a rec?)