cat on a hot tin roof

                                           

Good Lord, is Paul Newman lovely. Hard days always call for classic movies. Tonight I chose "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" for a little southern sass, and Greek tragedy. I mean, who wouldn't smile watching a strapping young Pauly running hurtles in a perfectly cut suit, then face planting (for that slap stick love in all of us that is gratified by watching another person injure themselves non-fatally). 

And jimminy crickets is Elizabeth Taylor a goddess. Curvy, dark and sultry (a little bit like how I like to think of myself ;) Who gives out violet eyes and where can I get me a pair? The costumes in the movie are to die for. The kind of clothes made with a woman's body in mind, not slapped together haphazardly in the name of originality with no regard to flattery of form. Crisp white blouse, tight, tapered pencil skirt and cinched red belt? MEOW! Talk about hitting all the right notes. Tell me a man didn't invent low waisted jeans. Hello muffin top. The funny thing is that the muffin top is not a fashion tragedy for only the pleasantly plump, I see it on even my most willowy friends. If you're not made of sheer steel, the low waisted jean will give you a fat lip guaranteed. Ok back to Liz Taylor....