Ten years ago my butt didn’t need pockets but this new, old butt needs pockets to break up the junk in my trunk. Confuse them is what I always say, use ruching, scarfs, a cardigan, a blazer, blinking light on my forehead. Not not really a blinking light but if I can’t get this tube top you wear around your waist to take off as the “next thing” or a “belly warmer” as I call it, I may start wearing an orange traffic cone as a hat.
They are awesome. They are python and plastic and PERFECT for a Van Halen concert. And they are lucky. Not in a “get lucky” way but in an even better way. They are my Lucky Brush with a Rockstar Pants.”
What are you looking for when you come by to see me?