…over white bathing suits.
I finally broke down and bought this white convertible swimdress from Roaman’s. The adjustable ruching at the sides lets you shorten it for a retro swim look like Norma Jean and the gang, or you can let it down for more coverage, whatever your heart and your legs desire. Remember to use code OSPCOUPON16 to take 40% off your highest priced item!
Alas, glamor month has begun not with a bang, but with a whimper.
My beloved computer Lappy Rockefeller has given up the ghost after six years of faithful service.
She died surrounded by the things she loved: zebra-print duct tape, a MAC 226 blending brush (for structural support), and the crumbs of a thousand McVitie’s digestive biscuits.
Lappy’s last days were spent in relative calm, playing video of Xabi Alonso standing around glistening and rubbing his lovely ginger chest on almost-continual loop which is normal and not at all a sign that she needs to get out more and maybe you stop being so judgy because you don’t know my her life.
Anyway.
Lappy will be replaced on my couch –though never in my heart– by Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Laptoppe who is hurtling his way through time and space and is scheduled to arrive at stately Château Gâteau tomorrow, when –assuming I’m ever able to figure out how to set the damn thing up– hijinx will once again ensue.
Until then, let me point you in the direction of Twistie’s thought-provoking post, Talking About Eating Disorders, where I invite your comments.
Finally, Lappy or no Lappy, I cannot leave you without at least a brief Moment of Glamor courtesy of two of my very favorite “celebrated sodomites” Stephen Fry and Oscar Wilde.
Ah, the importance of being fabulous.
A variety of reliable resources I’ve just made up in my head says February is the worst month for depression, general malaise and the unrepentant blahs.
All the fun parts of winter are over, and now it’s just slogging through dirty snow and doing macrame with your leg hair until spring.
With that in mind, I’ve decided February will be Glamor Month here at Manolo for the Big Girl. We’ll still keep the regularly irregular featurettes but will also start your morning with a Moment of Glamor, a glamorous imagine –mostly shamelessly pinched from the lovely and fragrant Thombeau at Château Thombeau and the devastatingly aerodynamic TJB at Stirred, Straight Up, with a Twist–to inspire you to new heights of fabulosity. Or at least convince you to put on proper clothes before you run to the grocery store for the morning’s first round of pink wine and menthols.
If you’ve got some particularly glam moments you’d like to share, I encourage you to email me. I can’t respond to all the emails I get, but if I use your image or suggestion, you’ll get a nice big thanks on the public page.
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