Wonderful Plus-Size Dresses At My Ebay Store!

DAHLINGS -

I thought I would take a break from relaxing by the sea in my beautiful (featured in Architectural Digest) oceanfront mansion and dictate a blog-thing entry to my latest assistant, Smithie. I call all of my assistants Smithie; they come and go so fast it's not worth it to learn their names.

GET THAT LOOK OFF OF YOUR FACE, YOU, BEFORE I SLAP IT OFF!

I do despise it so when the common folk disturb my concentration! See what you've done, Bucky is growling, you've upset him, too. Keep away, that's his biting growl. Calm down, Bucky dahling, Momma is here and she'll protect you from the big bad assistant and her cheap Wal-Mart bathing suit.

Ahem. As I was about to say, I have a number of wonderful plus-size dresses in my store that are simply begging to be snatched up at bargain prices. Not to mention vintage plus-size swimsuits, stylish vintage jewelry, and an adorable vintage manicure set made to look like a pocket watch, with rhinestones set in red leather:


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=390065670800

There is this lovely lipstick red lace dress, 16W, perfect for the mother of the bride who does not wish to be ignored!


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=390047872918

(Sorry, mon chers, the hat is not for sale.)

Speaking of mother of the bride, how about this sexy number by Karen Miller? Both the dress and jacket have beaded necklines. Wear the jacket in church, take it off for dancing the night away!


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=390013617390

And this lush contemporary Hilo Hattie Hawaiian print dress, size XL:


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=390064733589

Then there's this stunner of a gown in navy satin and chiffon, perfect for prom, homecoming, or a formal wedding:


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=390061997645

Or this summer-perfect vintage Nelly de Grab designer cotton voile dress and matching short-sleeved cardigan, stunningly modern! M/L Tall!


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=390035203614

Do visit my store at http://stores.shop.ebay.com/Elisas-Bodacious-House-of-Style to see more of my things, and shop, shop, shop!

Back to relaxing...ah, the sky is so blue...

Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Happy Independence Day!

DAHLINGS -


As I sit here, slathered in sunscreen, gazing out at the water from the deck of my beautiful (featured in Architectural Digest) oceanfront mansion, Bucky lying nearby under a protective canopy, I am deeply grateful to be an American. Yes, an American who speaks fluent French and feels at home in almost any country except Wales (it's COLD there), but an American nonetheless.


If I may wax patriotic for a moment, I must pay tribute to those who fought and died so that we do not have the Queen on our money.

And it is a pleasure to at last have the possibility of optimism about our beloved country. If I become any more patriotic than that, it will raise Deep Thoughts, which give me the dickens of a headache.



Suffice to say I have a house full of guests from the fashion industry, who even now are laying about my garden in gin-and-tonic induced stupors. (Fortunately, there are enough beach chairs.)


I wonder what the poor people are doing? Oh, yes, they're cleaning my driveway, preparing luncheon and making up the beds. One might say I am creating jobs--are you listening, President Obama?


Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

A Tell-All Expose' Of The Fashion Business Suppressed!

DAHLINGS-

The gall! The cheek! The sheer effrontery!

As my dear dead friend Lana Turner would say, “the nerve of some people”!


My deathless work, my creation, my book, has been TURNED DOWN by a worthless, know-nothing personage in the doesn’t-deserved-to-called-the-publishing business. The non-publishing business is more like it. And why? WHY?

Because, I was told, my protagonist is not “sympathetic enough”!

Pardonnez moi, you clot, but the protagonist is ME!

MOI!

A writer who has charmed millions with the sheer deliciousness of her prose. A writer whose blog-thing reaches millions of worshipful fans every week. A woman who has been written about in The New York Times, Glamour, international magazines, countless websites, and even Vogue.



How could I, a hard-working woman who has done naught but devote herself to the cause of Fashion In The True Sense (with an occasional veering off the topic), be considered unsympathetic?

I clutched my silk handkerchief to my copious bosom as I read the cold email from this—this non-entity, and then I began to sob. Yes, mon adoration publique, I cried, as only a woman rejected by a publisher can cry.

If the lumpkin had the nerve to face me, I would have sicc'd Bucky on this person so fast they'd never known how their ankles got shredded.

Then I realized: it is not that I am an unsympathetic character. Far from it. One admits that keeping an assistant is problematic, but that is their fault, not mine. I am a deeply sympathetic character, a symbol of working females everywhere, in every business. Outside a façade of confidence, inside there is a vulnerable heart. At least occasionally.

The TRUTH is that my book would rip the lid OFF the can of worms that is the fashion business, particularly where fashion intersects with celebrity, greed, and television cameras. My book names the names (well, not all of them, I don’t have that much money to pay in legal fees), exposes the dirty secrets of those would style the stars and the unspeakable acts to which they will stoop. I am not talking about moi, here, of course. But there are people out there who know of what I speak.

And that, my dear readers, is the reason my book will likely not see the light of day: until some courageous publisher is willing to stand up to Big Fashion and say, “Enough! Let the facts come to light! This courageous fashion-fighter needs to be heard, and now!”

Besides, my book would make a superb movie. Starring moi, of course.

Or I might be persuaded to settle for a Broadway show. (There are some superbly-written sex scenes, to boot.)

Unsympathetic, bah!

I must reclaim my inner peace by screaming at the maid. There are wet towels in the bathroom.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog