Probably the no bra.
Honestly, I think it was the hat.
OK. I just lied again.
It was most def, the bra-less-ness.
There! I fess’d up.
We good now?
There is just something about a poor little rich girl, with her hair blowin’ in the breeze at Martha’s Vineyard…
(And Yes, For all you Film Buffs Out There, the Not-So-Subtle Connection Between Martha’s Vineyard and Amity Island of ‘Jaws’ Fame, did Not Escape me.)
Something that says to me: Nineteen Seventies.
I do love it (and her)
She really did not know no better…
After all: These are the “Good Old Days” ain’t they?
“Carly, You are a delight. You have Enriched my Life for so many years.
Oh, and you too, JT.
You Lucky Bastard!
“Do the Walls Come Down When You Think of me?”
Carly, Oh Yes!
Somehow Fuckin Related!
My Goodness Gracious!
Carly is so Drop-Dead Beautiful!
CARLY! WHY’D YOU HAVE TO BE SO GOOD AND CAPTURE MY HEART?
Carly, You Don’t have To Prove to Me You’re Beautiful To Strangers;
I’ve Got Lovin’ Eyes Of My Own.
I am in BIG Trouble
And Will, Most Likely, Be The Recipient Of Some Unhappy Words.
“Yes Carly. I want to marry you.”