Forgo the mile high hair. It's too close to my face. So we'll initiate this farce with my choke chain necklace with Susan Skinner horseshoe.
A dead on rockin' tee shirt with pointed stud neckline and sheer enough to read the paper. Wheeeee!
Prude I've succumbed, did don this curious black lace undershirt thingy.
Acre size black and white squares are so timid for me, are they not?
Call the ambulance for this fashion fatality! Wheeeeeeeeee!
