Lounging is a good thing, especially right after the holidays. Old sweatpants and hoodies, slippers that look like big plushy black-and-white cows. A few glasses of something bracing. The box of chocolate that is morally OK because you got it as a gift, therefore you must have some.
And then there’s the very glamorous Margie Douglas out in LA in the early 1960s…lounging in – this.
Perhaps a cocktail lounge is where you’d find Margie and her magic neckline. I don’t think she would be very comfortable lounging around the house in this getup. A skin tight Dynel unitard with a big belt buckle in the back? More than the neckline would need to be magic to get into that thing. And never mind trying to sit down in it.
The magic of the neckline, by the way, is that it always stays in place. No deviations in cleavage! I am sure that once you get this on, nothing’s moving around. At all. It must be like you were lounging in iron Spanx. Good times.
This lounger is “exclusively Margie’s” – she’s even marked it with her initials. That means that either this lady is Margie, or she’s borrowing the lounger – she’s going to be in big trouble for pinching it! How about the drink, is that Margie’s too?
I suppose Margie thinks we will all be able to lie on the sofa watching TV and eating delicious salty snacks in this thing. I just can’t see it happening though.
Note: I have just been informed that this is in fact an old photo of my friend Margie over at Margie and Edna’s Basement! I am not surprised to see that she was so glamorous – and I want to know what else she had for sale in the “free fashion catalogue”!
Thank you to my friend Carol who writes the wonderfully funny She Lives for the Your Blog Is Fabulous award!