This is my butt. This is my butt in leathah. I’ve always wanted to say that.
I survived the firing squad. And thank God, my vintage sunnies are intact. I had escaped to Fort Lauderdale, only to find out that I made the final cut. So I back tracked and am glad to be home. Glad to be in the final six and not ashamed of my huge happy jump. Because, it really doesn’t matter when you can cover it up with a cool, sultry faced pose.
Thanks for all the support! Your comments and messages really motivated Moustache Man and me to venture outside and conquer our agoraphobia. And I can’t quite say what an honour it is to be a May style icon.