On this morning’s walk up Wacker we encountered a pair of gals in their mid-thirties quite chic-ily dressed.
What made the one on the left stand out more than the one on the right was lefty’s bright, lipstick-red trench coat. There was something about the color of it – so exact, so fresh, and so red-hot that the sateen finish of the cloth made the coat seem to glow from within.
The length was perfectly mini-skirt proportioned ending at mid-thigh, and the back vent revealed a slim, black skirt underneath.
The only minor flaw I saw was that her skirt should’ve been hiked a waistband’s turn to bring it up inside her coat a tad instead of just being one inch too long and hanging there. She needed either a bit more or a tad less of that black skirt to show – but other than that, her look screamed “C’mon Spring!”
We caught up to the pair again at the next light and I took in more of what the red-coated gal had going for her.
She had beautifully healthy, tanned legs that were not particularly sensational in their shape – but back in the day – my best high school girlfriend used to refer to hers as “piano legs.” Now I get it.
Lefty’s feet were covered in bronze metallic patent leather, four-inch high-heeled Mary Jane’s that were awfully reminiscent of a favorite pair I had when I did Plus-Size modeling for many years. The nostalgic thought made me smile.
Her over-sized whatever bag, while in another shade of metallic bronze leather, was a bit “marshmallow-y, and slightly off, but E for Best Effort would be my grade – this gal greeted spring looking great and pulled together with plenty of pizzazz.
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The Snob Hounds International Destinations for the Day are: Australia! And Israel!
The Australians were a hoot as only they can be, snapping pictures of my two little Snob Hounds, chatting and giggling with enthusiasm over everything about us.
One of the gals in the trio of Israeli’s wore a serious camera slung around her neck. She looked every inch a professional photographer and I could tell by her facial expressions and the way she crouched down, moving around the sidewalk in front of Chanel to take my dogs’ pictures, she was getting some real good shots.
Of course you know I gave each group of tourists my motivational flyer-Snob Hounds business card packet that I just happened to have eight of in my right-hand jacket pocket – along with my usual “commercial” about how the pups helped me to lose 130 pounds in 2.5 years, how they walk five miles every day with me, and how I had to keep them environmentally protected so I developed a line of canine clothing that’s like Nike meets Donna Karan.
After hearing my story, the Israeli photog gal gave me such a warm, friendly high-five that slipped instantly into a handshake-like grasp and jolted me with the most electrifying positive vibes I’ve felt come off of someone in a long time. I can tell that gal has some seriously strong vibes and incredibly good Karma. Sometimes you can just tell these things about certain people – especially through a handshake or touch. I know I can, anyway.
I can also tell when someone near me has tremendous envy, jealousy or hatred, too. I see it emanate from them like waves of a mirage shimmering down a distant dessert highway.
Anyway, it’s the daily encounters like this that make our walking so interesting. We attract the most fascinating and unusual like magnets.
But then, as they say, like usually attracts like.
