Well the upshot of the Moda show was that a lot of producers of plus sized clothing are not cutting anything for the spring. That really sucks. Lucky for us we have several manufacturers that we developed that are going to do small size runs exclusively for us so we will have new cute product in the store when the department stores are going to be sucking wind.We will have a full line from Tadashi like the gown worn here by Christina Hendricks at the Emmy's. There is still a market for premium merchandise although it had really contracted a lot in the last two months. I have that dress in the store in the ready to wear version which is similar but not exactly the same. And several of the girls who shop with us fill it out in just the same way. So to speak.
So you can understand why I can't wait to give up accounting.
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Forget the dress, where do I get her?
Ain't nothing like a redhead in a green dress!
nothing.
But I waved to Simon as he wordlessly passed by here.
At the store Nichevo. I can introduce you to five our six girls who look a lot like her who are lawyers or dentists or film people.
They all love Lee Lee's and their kindly storekeeper who lets them know what is hot and what is not so hot.
They always ask, "would you buy a drink if I was wearing this dress."
Of course with this dress you would buy her a car.
OK, ok. So you are where, in Boerum Hill? Near that old Italian place, Sam's, by any chance? G train should work then. (Did Sam's close? Please say no!)
If I gotta drag my ass down from Williamsburg...well, I guess sacrifices have to be made. Just as long as you realize I am a man, with no current pret-a-porter needs in mind.
Would I buy a drink? Hell, I'd buy HER a drink!
Carroll St. stop on the G train man. Lots of bloggers stop by to say hello. I am always there on a Saturday morning.
And I am sure you have a well endowed girl friend or two that needs a present.
Wait a second,,,your profile says you are a bra fitter. Is that correct? Back fifteen, twenty years ago, as a freshman entering NYU, I had an idea for a new type of brassiere. Took it to a lingerie shop off the Square but...not quite in their wheelhouse to do actual WORK.
I wonder if it would be obsoleted by current VS, La Perla, etc. technology, but let me see if I can find my old sketches...good excuse to visit your place. Perhaps your Joanie clones would like to be involved in some R&D.
Nichevo: said: Back fifteen, twenty years ago, as a freshman entering NYU, I had an idea for a new type of brassiere.
Be sure you check out the competition before you run with that idea.
Be sure to check the inventor's name-it's right next to the bold faced Brassiere.
That's a beautiful dress.
Her tits are huge. Thos are major jugs. I would like to weigh each one of those utters, gently putting each tit on the scale.
Thos things look like they hold quite a bit of milk.
I would like one of those things to fill up my cereal bowl in the morning.
I bet she has some big silver dollar nips too. I would like her to take off her dress, let me put lipstick on her nips and make them bounce in front of me by doing kicks and kartwheels and deep knee bends and laybacks and grand jettes and batements and split leaps and stag leaps and demi pleays and grand pleays and a bunch of other dance steps. Jazz runs and FOSSE moves would be nice as well.
Then I would like to put her on all fours and put a bucket under her and milk her for all she is worth.
Then I would like to take the milk to market and sell it or make cheese out of it or age it or something like that.
Tits are fun.
I wonder how many gallons of milk a women's tit can hold.
I would of loved to been on that red carpet and pull her top down and watch her tits dangle in the wind.
Those tits should be free. Free to breath. I don't like tits that are restrained. I like them bouncing and misbehaving and jiggling.
The world would be a lonely place without tits.
Tits give life. There is nothing more precious than that.
Tits.
Just tits.
If I worked at a womens store I would have to be able to grab their tits.
I would do it in a very non threatening, non sexual way, but I would have to touch them.
I would say to the customer, "I am going to touch your tits now, just relax and enjoy, this will only take a few minutes, can I get you some tea".
Right.
Now back to beer.
An editorial note: I am not really a bra fitter, that is just a joke.
I usually stay in the back office and only come out front to entertain the husbands and boy friends while the wife is shopping.
Titus's comments as always only relate to Titus and his concerns.
Women are treated with the upmost respect and deferance. My wife makes sure of it and if any one stepped out of line she would clobber them.
Titus: Are you watching "The Sound of Music"?
Captain von Trapp should be a favorite of yours: Gay-org.
Hugs Titus.
Speaking of von Trapp... has anyone here tried a Belgian Trappist ale called Chimay?
Nectar of the gods, my mates. Nectar of the gods. It will have you floating over the Alps singing edelweiss, edelweiss, you look happy to meet me.
Whatta beauty.
A Greek goddess in pose, folds, and form.
I know what it is that seems off about her.
She's in a field (acting) where women are supposed to be super-thin. Now, if one glances over at the almost exclusively male-market that is strip clubs, nudie mags, Cinemax after dark and even hardcore porn, you don't see skin-and-bones.
The most "revealing" is probably the softcore stuff, like Cinemax, particularly '90s era "erotic thrillers", because, under pretense of being real movies, the actresses actually wear normal-ish clothes.
In which they often look fat or mis-shapen.
That would seem to be revelatory of audience preferences. Or perhaps just audiences.
@Blake:
Alternatively, her career didn't really take off until she was perfectly cast in a pre-Twiggy '60's era role--as a sort of late stage Marilyn. I think she's just purfect- she reminds me of my wife.
I get tit manic sometimes. They drive me wild.
I would always be totally repsectful of the tit and do respect the tit with all my heart.
I am watching Blue Velvet now.
Isabella Rosellini and Dennis Hopper should of won the academy award that year.
This movie is fucking amazing.
Dorothy:
"Get undressed, I want to see you. Come closer. Closer. What do you want. Don't move. Do you like that. Don't touch me or I will kill you. Do you like when I talk like that?"
Frank:
"Shut up, it's daddy where's my bourbon. Can't you remember anything? The night is dark. Spread your legs. Wider. Show it to me. Don't you fucking look at me. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy loves you. Baby wants to fuck. You fucker, don't you fucking look at me. Baby. I want to fuck. Don't you fucking look at me. Daddy's coming. Daddy's coming home. Don't you fucking look at me. Daddy's coming home. Don't you fucking look at me. Did you fucking look at me? Now it's dark. He's still alive baby. Vincent Van Gogh."
Dorothy:
"My nipple is still hard, you can touch it. Hit me. Hit me. Hit me.
Titus: quit being a threadkill.
I'm coming to the conclusion that Titus is bi.
I think he's a neuter or adolescent/AD perhaps - presexual. The stuff that comes out of his mouth has no bearing on reality except his loaf tales. What has he ever said to make anyone believe he's ever had sex? Just a lot of sewage.
Sounds like he needs love. Titus should have stayed a little closer to his parents.
One person's sewage is another person's art.
Yea, I have never had sex. That's the ticket.
And I have very close to my parents.
Speak with them everyday.
But thanks for the pshcoanalysis.
Then what's with the hugs and attention-seeking? Why are you so needy? And why are your descriptions of sex and sexual appetite so incoherent? What does a fag, pardon the expression, want with tits? Why are you always going on about others' hogs when you say you will never touch them?
No, Titus, you are faking something. Ann apparently knows about you, but finds you amusing. I find you in need of decontamination. I don't hate you or anything, but you disgust me. Aside from the healthy steady stream of BS you put out.
Nichevo give me a big hug you big lug.
I am what I am-that is a song from La Cage Aux Folles.
Do you have a nice hog? How about bod? How many times a week to you workout? Stats? Waist, chest, bi's, tris, gluts, ass?
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