|Bridget Bardot: She's all that and a bag of chips.|
Amazing. Bombshell. Fabulous. Showstopper. Heartbreaker!
Sweet nothings, whispered to me by mon amour? Nah, it's just the names of those big-selling bras over at Victoria's Secret.
Speed Chic was intrigued--mostly by the marketing savvy behind Vickie's overt promises. Strap on some spangly elastic and I become--what?--Incredible! Gorgeous! Very Sexy!
So, after a delightful family morning of apple-picking, pumpkin-hunting and goat-feeding, rounded out by a trip to the Tots soccer field with my actual tot (where I was inclined to teach a fellow parent the rules of good sportsmanship, harumph!) and then off to watch my big boy spar with even bigger boys (gasp!) at Taekwondo, I was ready to take a break from my reality and slip into something...pink.
Or cheetah print.
In this month's issue of "Marie Claire", Project Runway's Tim Gunn (the big brother us gals wish we had) suggests one ought to buy the most expensive bra she can afford, and then promises (on page 126) "You'll be amazed by your transformation".
Well, Tim--I love you and trust you and welcome whatever transformation $48 can get me...
|Does this bra come with that face?|
I'll take two.
Let's just say, the locals were complimenting me left and right. One mom friend thought I looked, yes, amazing at drop-off (your hair? your outfit?) and an elderly gentleman called me a pretty young girl (I will absolutely take what I can get here, folks).
And the Mr.? Well, after striking a modelesque pose and coyly asking him if he noticed anything different about me, he responded with a typically dude-ish reply:
Almost, dear heart, almost.