Restoring the Old Girl

Tits and tans
Our visitors left at dawn's crack this morning for their mammoth drive north up the highway. I almost wish I was going with them. It's so good to get out of the city sometimes.
The focus is now on tomorrow's wedding. Today I shall be plucked, tanned (reluctantly), waxed and blow-dried within an inch of my life.
If tomorrow is anything like today, we should have spectacular weather. Add to this a beautiful beach house and stylish bride and groom, and ta da......you've got a fabo wedding.
Now I just have two more close girlfriends to get up the aisle. One is close I think, but the other is still off kissing young soap opera stars, so there may be some delay there.
Can you believe Elizabeth Taylor is dead? I knew it was coming, but still...
Liz was a proper, real deal movie star, unlike some fly-by-nighters around today. Even her breasts (supposedly) and tan were real. Unheard of now.

She makes me think of natural beauty, unaltered beauty - the way she was born (well, close enough). Now we are so used to synthetic beauty, we just assume a beautiful woman has been tampered with, and usually with just cause. Now, I'm not a Nicole basher, I like her, but aesthetically speaking, when you compare Nicole in Dead Calm  to how she appears today, it becomes very evident how someone can be transformed if you throw enough cash at her.
I find it hard to keep up with all the personal maintenance the average woman in the street is expected to do now. Ironically, it seems that all the money people spend on grooming these days has some how cheapened the notion of beauty. Any flaw you may have can now be ironed out; bad teeth, tiny boobs, big nose, crows feet. None of it need be if you've got enough coin.
So now when I see a beautiful woman I automatically assume she's been made, not born.
I realise Liz may have had a nose job here and there, but essentially she always looked like herself. She was a natural beauty, something rare and wonderful.