Now. This is not 'bustier' as in "Jenny is bustier than Golda". No. This is 'bustier' as in "Black Satin Bustier".
"Non! Non! Il est impossible! I cannot paint you!!"
"Why, Monsieur Lautrec? What is wrong?"
"I am sorry, Madame. I cannot. I just cannot. The brush will not paint you."
"But why, Toulouse? Why not?"
"It is your breasts, Madame."
"My breasts?" She instinctively covered herself.
"Oui. They have no form, no shape, no présence. They just HANG there."
"Well, I never!!"
"Précisément!! You NEVER!! You wear the girdle. Here! Put this on."
"What is this?"
"A bustier, Madam. Put it on."
And then, just a few moments later ...
"Ahhhh, Madame. Magnifique!! Now. Now I can paint!!"
This part is a re-post of day before yesterday's post. Because I'm really, seriously, intent on promoting this raffle (or whatever it's supposed to be called) for Piper. Because she's so very special.
This post is devoted to, dedicated to, a friend. She's a single Mom. Two GREAT boys. Her car burned up. She ain't got a lot of money. She needs some help.
So. If you click on this
The premise is simple, really. Sweet Piper has had a whole bunch of bad stuff fall her way, recently. You can go to her site and dig back through her archives (and you don't have to go far back AT ALL) and you can see the stuff that has befallen this sweet, loving woman and mother.