“I am the beautiful reflection…of my love’s affection. A walking illustration…of his adoration.”
Just an Old Trollop spending a DELIGHTFUL Summer afternoon playing dress-up in the BRILLIANT private movie memorabilia collection of a MOST CHERISHED friend. Yes, an ancient whore running amok amongst the hats, dresses, and jewelry once worn by several amazing legends of the big screen…including this get-up which was featured in the infamous Ziegfeld Follies, “His Love Makes Me Beautiful”, wedding number in which Miss Barbra Streisand as Fanny Brice unexpectedly reveals not only her delicate feelings of matrimonial love…but her DELICATE CONDITION, as well.
And no, Mein Poppets, this is not some clever set-up to announce that I am expecting, which would, of course, be a biological impossibility since my Girlie Bits got ruthlessly GANKED some two years back.
I am definitely NOT pregnant — though according to the nice older lady at the grocery store yesterday who smiled sweetly at me, laid her hand on my tummy, and excitedly asked me when I was due…apparently I JUST LOOK LIKE I AM.
I smiled sweetly back at her in return…and scrunched my nose up and answered, “Labor Day. Can’t wait!”, and then, holding my head high, marched off into the produce section in search of cucumbers and kale.