I am feeling a little large-ess with the Holidays and all, and am not really looking forward to shoving my pale big ol’ thighs into a bather and strutting my stuff in Palm Springs.
That is, until I met this guy:
VERY flattering for a more zaftig, post-holiday arsen-snarsen. Mine is navy with polkas, and I don’t know if it is the dots or the ruching at the sides that creates the optical illusion of fabulosity, but I’ll take it.
Thanks Santa! And pass the peppermint, please!