Today's post brought more of the same I'm afraid and rather than keep answering the same queries over and over, I thought GSL's pro bono work would be best served with a wider audience.
I am a size 4 Six foot tall Nordic blond with legs through the roof. When it comes to gams, I of course know you are the renowned scholar in the field so always hang on your every word. Apparently, mile long legs are soooo OVER so should I get corrective surgery to make them shorter? Also, the Daily Mail always runs pap pics of me with a reference to my 'pert derriere'. I am tired of the teasing so how can I make my caboose wider, flatter, and ride low?
My Dear LB,
Apparently, you've been talking to my buddy Jill who I must sadly assume is back on the sauce. I always try to steer my galpals away from any sort of surgery...and counsel it only as a last resort with proper due diligence but before you do anything drastic, allow me to suggest some non-surgical alternatives. While your GSL absolutely loves long luscious gams, his first order of business is always to put a woman at her ease and if shorter legs will get you there then give these a go.
|A sure fire cure for those unfashionable mile long legs. Throw these on with flats to go from long and luscious |
to short and squatty...
|To lose the 'pert derriere' (of the kind GSL could set a drink on), go for cropped pants with low waist. In an instant they take you from 'pert' to your desired "wide and flat" and your tush will look like it fell off the end of a table.|
My much missed GSL,
I have a bit of clandestine field work to perform on The French Riv for MI6 so need to be invisible and pack light. On this trip, I can't be having the incessant wolf whistles and the throngs of gawking boys drawing attention to me as they usually do therefore I am leaving my Diana Rigg Catsuit and va-va-voomy white one piece swimsuit at home and going full frump but it's far too hot for my Kate Spade coat in the wrong shade of orange but will don something else boxy and beltless to tone down my scrumptious hourglass figure. Now what can I do re my fetching champagne flute ankles that always bring a hush to a crowded room. Thoughts?
BTW, Mum says Hi!
~Two-Timing Tabs of Tunbridge Wells
My Dear T3 of TW,
GSL is not one to gloat at your crawling back here with your tail between your legs so let's get to the matter at hand shall we? Need to lose those sexy champagne flute ankles? Easy-Peasy. What you need is a pair of my favorite penal colony's chief export. See below.
|T3, go with Coral Uggs as you'll be taken for just another clueless fashion victim. These 'cankle cushions' not only will fatten up an ankle, they could suck the sexual energy out of a cocaine fueled Roman orgy.|
Do say hi to Mum and The Den still thinks you both are The Bee's Knees!