Showing posts with label Waistcoat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Waistcoat. Show all posts

Friday, 6 November 2009

How Unforgivably Rude



Darflinf, fi fant fafologif fenouf... pleugh! Sorry, excuse me while I take my foot out of my mouth.

I cannot apologise enough dearest heart.It was an utter, utter attack of amnesia. And now that you remind me of course I recall your delicious waistcoats and how much you rocked them. Can I retract? Will you ever speak to me again...?

Thursday, 5 November 2009

Waist not Want Not



Hmm, the waistcoat... I like a well dressed man in one, peeking out cheekily from between the collars of a pristine suit. But on a girl...? I just don't know. When the word comes to mind I just think of really tight ones on girls with a seriously rigged bosom hoiking those puppies up to giddy heights. Ie. I just don't like it.

But there is something about the soft satiny folds of this one and the creamy colour that just brings to mind a river of melting ice cream, or cream liquer being poured over ice that I find quite charming.

And then, what's this? A bit of naughtiness from the back? A little soupçon of delicious naked back? Oh yes, I quite like it.


(Images via Urban Outfitters)

What say you?