Guess Her Sweatpants Were At The Cleaner's
Saturday's eye-candy award goes to this lanky British babe I spotted in a Santa Monica café.
Unfortunately, my photo doesn't capture the sparkle of this girl's floaty dress, which was made of the kind of fabric used for eveningwear, and which nabbed quite a few eyeballs indoors.
Ladies & Gentlemen... The NEXT...
Mrs. M. Crid!
Welcome to the greatest nation on Earth, angel...
Crid at August 5, 2007 3:03 PM
I was waiting for you to notice her, Crid...was thinking of you when I took her picture. Not "welder's wife tail," but she'll do, huh?
Amy Alkon at August 5, 2007 4:49 PM
The sick thing about middle age is the gnawing perception that she'd also make somebody a fine daughter.
Rorschach: The shadow lower right, presumably a parking meter, looks also like a Buddy Holly-style geek with a bow tie approaching to ask her for a date. With the aligned toes and staggered knees, her twisting glance asks "Didja get a load of this bloke?"
Crid at August 5, 2007 5:18 PM
Actually, that's not a parking meter -- she did have a guy who was kind of as described with her, although not quite, and sans bow tie. I thought they were an unusual pairing, given the difference in their physicalities.
Amy Alkon at August 5, 2007 5:27 PM
Crid, I think you need to adopt her and then hook her up with your new future son in law. You have my number, right?
Paul Hrissikopoulos at August 6, 2007 4:29 AM
Is her name Sally? She looks an awful lot like a girl I went to college with...
meshaliu at August 6, 2007 7:23 AM
See, no high heels - a nice pair of sandals is ever so much better! I know, I know...
bradley13 at August 6, 2007 11:19 AM
Is Sally British?
And Bradley, if she wore heels, she'd bump her head on doorways. She was TALL!
Amy Alkon at August 6, 2007 12:32 PM
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