I inadvertently pulled a Marilyn Monroe this morning.
I wasn't looking where I was going, walked over an air vent, and treated the entire street to a magnificent view of my underwear.
I must admit, this was on my list of things to do at some point in my life. But I'd rather have done it on purpose, not by accident...
I wasn't looking where I was going, walked over an air vent, and treated the entire street to a magnificent view of my underwear.
I must admit, this was on my list of things to do at some point in my life. But I'd rather have done it on purpose, not by accident...
3 comments:
A skirt. A lover of socks. Not, I assume, worn at the same time. I wonder why I had you down as a more jeansy type of lady.
You were right, I am a rather jeansy type, but I do love socks and skirts nevertheless (who said they couldn't be worn at the same time? As long as I don't wear sandals...)
Socks (we called them Bobby socks)with skirts. It was a popular combination when I was young (though not something I ever wore, you understand) and I suppose I just didn't think of it being 'in' these days. Especially in New Zealand: the land of the bare feet. But what did I see on a TV advert during The News yesterday? A young lady in a skirt with socks. It's a funny old world.
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