White Shirt Monday: Midnight in Paris
[Guess the White Shirt! - not actually operatic (and "a coloratura, not a mezzo"), but with Kasarovaesque class in rolling up sleeves and wearing slightly unbuttoned collars.]
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Yes, I know, the seasoned White Shirt aficionada/o would recognize her even with lights out, just by the silhouette of her shoulders. Bonus points for being able to pull off the haircut – and that slipover!
“Whatever he is, I think he’s divine.”
I’d recognize the “tons of shoulder” everywhere!
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“Au revoir.”
“Me too.”
“Lock the door.”
(I knew I could count on you!)
Surely….. Not Burlington Bertie from Bow? Mary P.? Maria? Millie? Victor?!
I’m thoroughly confused: I might be losing it, but there’s nothing new there I suppose.
I love the creative spelling of the second Shirt!
thanks for the catch, Eyes!
note to self: need more sleep.
No sleep for me – I’m off to enjoy some hot jazz
“…and don’t ever let it end!”