I saw this photo in the Saturday insert to The Wall Street Journal. (Scanned in from my newspaper.) The model is, indeed, beautiful.

Nope. Not for me.

There was a time when I loved turtlenecks.  See how this model holds her head?  I would have to do that all day long in order to prevent skin rippling down like a Sharpay.

I like the way to jack softly gathers over the hips. That might work for me.

The skirt? Uh, No. Too long; my legs aren’t willowy enough.  I think it might be kinda trip hazard. Besides, I’m sorry, it looks a little like a failed 4-H project.

Perhaps the shoes. But then again, I have a problem with flap-heel when I wear loafers.

I could wear the socks, if they didn’t remind me of kindergarten.

[tweetthis]Okay, I could wear the socks because they remind me of kindergarten.[/tweetthis]

Even the color is wrong for me. I don’t even like it on the walls.

Come to think of it, if that’s where this poor women works, heaven help her.  No wonder she’s got a far-off, daydreamy look on her face.

I’ll take the bracelets. Oh never mind. I think they just might jangle too much for me.  I do like them, though.

What do you think?  I’m dying to know who the target of this is.