Have you ever wondered what would happen if you dropped Carrie Bradshaw and her Manolos smack into a Fifth Avenue ballroom circa 1885? Would she be penning her column by gaslight, scribbling about corset rash and forbidden rendezvous?
So smart, funny, cheeky. Loved this: "let’s unlace the parallels." Not exactly germane to your piece, but there was a brothel on every block in 80s London. Not that I can testify.
So smart, funny, cheeky. Loved this: "let’s unlace the parallels." Not exactly germane to your piece, but there was a brothel on every block in 80s London. Not that I can testify.
“Not that you can testify!!!” 😂
No corsets, no spanx, no Manolo stilettos... and still somehow I found a man. Just to be safe though, I'll make sure we never buy a Peloton.
Definitely no peloton!!
I would not have survived the corset era.
But your words managed to make me long for NYC. Good thing I’ve got a reason to be there in October. ❤️