I've been single; I've been married; and I've been divorced. I've been a good girl who made bad choices, and I've been a bad girl who made good choices. That's what this blog is all about.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
The Girl With The Porn Star Skin
I think that very white skin is so gorgeous, whether it's paired with dark hair or blond hair.
I know a woman who has blond hair and skin like crushed pearls. There is a hint (just a hint) of pink on her cheeks. She wears glasses and that makes her doubly sexy and gorgeous.
I'm going to call her "Isis" for purposes of this post, because I certainly think she is a goddess of sorts. Also, there are people who might actually recognize her from my description and I need to leave room for denial.
Oh she would argue with someone mentioning her beauty at a moment's notice. Isis is the kind of woman who when complimented flushes slightly (making that hint of pink on her cheeks grow a bit more rosy) and disclaims any flattering remarks with a laugh. I'm not sure if she knows how lovely she really is.
I saw Isis for the second time recently at an outdoor event. Her skin actually glowed, even in the shade, and later by candlelight, she was incandescent. One would be hesitant to touch her because you wouldn't want to leave a mark on such perfection. One tap and she might have a red mark or a bruise that would last for days
Added to her physical charms, Isis is exquisitely intelligent and charming. She is a no-nonsense type of woman, neither very young nor very young, but a woman in those special years, actually in full bloom for the first time.
I saw my first porn film when I was about 30 years old. The star was a woman with milky white skin and she was quite beautiful. I've always been olive skinned and sometimes even quite dark skinned with any sun exposure at all. I remember this porn star having creamy white thighs and breasts and I was actually quite jealous of her. (No, I didn't have any acting aspirations myself.) Somehow I've always associated that very fair perfect skin with porn queens, although they are probably not all pale.
Isis dresses modestly and conservatively, but that only adds to her mystique. Should she flash a thigh or lean over to show a bit of cleavage, you know perfectly well her skin everywhere is like crushed pearls and a bit of stardust.
Gads, she's gorgeous! (And, yes, dear, this is about you!)
Posted by Linda Medrano at 4:16 PM 2 comments:
Monday, August 6, 2012
Lost and Found
In case you don't know, Diane is Anderson Cooper's mother. I have had a love affair with her dresses for decades. DVF has made wonderful dresses for my body type ever since I had a body. Her dresses are feminine, beautifully cut and fairly expensive.
I bought a DVF dress in the Spring of 2010. I wore it to a party in Sacramento and also out to dinner once. It was a beautiful dress and suited me perfectly. These dresses are made for "real women" and cut in a way to flatter a more normal body than is seen in the fashion magazines and ads. Plus, DVF generally uses a high quality fabric, so I don't have the lovely polyester material that looks great until you spill something on it and then you might as well just throw it away.
About a year ago, I took a look for my DVF dress and found it missing. (I very seldom take off my clothing places other than my home and leave places in my underwear. I'm not saying it is impossible, but it's less likely now than it was when I was in my 20's if you get my drift.)
In any case, a thorough search of the house failed to turn it up and so I guess it somehow got tossed into the goodwill bin, taken by aliens, or left at a site away from home and never retrieved.
My husband had a lovely Armani dress shirt several years ago. I bought the shirt as a gift to him for his birthday. Armani suits Alex perfectly as they are cut wider in the shoulders and chest where he needs a little extra room. Like my Diane Von Furstenberg dress, this shirt disappeared into thin air, never to be seen again.
Before you start feeling sorry for us, a strange thing has occurred in our home. A pair of gorgeous Tommy Bahama silk walking shorts, just my size appeared out of nowhere in my closet. I also had a very pretty black cashmere cardigan sweater appear that happened to be just my size. I seriously have no idea where either of them came from.
Alex also had a very nice Hermes silk tie that disappeared from his closet. Since Alex is not in the habit of wearing ties very often, it was quite a while before he noticed it was missing. Never mind, Alex has a couple of Ralph Lauren jackets (windbreakers) that have appeared in his closet to replace the missing tie and shirt.
I am at a loss as to what has happened to many items that have gone missing. I am also at a loss to explain how items seem to appear out of nowhere in our house. Neither my husband Alex nor I have a sleepwalking condition. And we don't have visitors our size or with our taste in clothing items. Things just seem to disappear and other things appear with regularity.
Until just this morning, I had a black and white brindle pit bull named Zoe. When I looked in the yard a few minutes ago, Zoe was missing and a standard black poodle with a name tag of "Jean Batiste" has appeared.
He's a good looking dog; Oh well.
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