Goddammit, I have been laid up for so long I've apparently forgotten how to wear bloomers.
I kid you not. No matter what I try, I cannot get the blasted things on, and the beautiful frock I am wearing today, courtesy of Vivi, is naturally transparent even in its most respectable configuration. So I am displaying my charms to all and sundry, but there seems no helping it if I ever wish to wear the thing again.
I despise my "real-life chauffeur" at times. She informed me that wearing bloomers in real life is merely a matter of lifting them up and then poking everything back into its proper compartment. She complains endlessly about how difficult Real Life is. Well, she ought to try applying cosmetics or putting on undergarments around here before speaking on the subject of hardship.
In any case, happy Wednesday, my darlings.
The weather is splendid, the birds are singing, and cocktail hour has already commenced. Everything, save perhaps ladies' attire, is perfectly hunky-dory.
xx
Connie
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