June's stupid life

Minorette

Tomorrow, I have to model.

Again, June? We’re so sick of your modeling stories.

You know, when I was very small, I modeled. I was Saginaw, Michigan’s finest. My father, being a photographer and all, worked in a place that sometimes needed child models and I hope you’re holding onto your hat but I was shy then and easy to order around, so they used me. I was in a bank ad, with all my money management skills. I was in a milk ad, with my deep love of milk. Oh, I had to drink a ton of milk that day and I look miserable in all the ads.

Mom, do you still have them?

I’d even get money for it, and as soon as that cash was in my hand I searched frenetically for a place to spend it. I remember buying a baton with my modeling income once, and that is how I got started being a majorette.

Anyway, here we are again, with me and the modeling career. I don’t even understand what the hell I’m doing, I just know it’s a charitable event and work is supporting said charity and I have to show up in a little black dress and have my picture made.

Guess what I do not own.

So I’d like to point out to you that I’ve known about this for weeks, and I realize this entire post so far has been full of shocking information. June blew all her money as soon as it was in her hand? June didn’t prepare weeks beforehand? June has created chaos for no discernable reason?

I got asked out on two dates yesterday, and both were for … yesterday. I draw in people who don’t plan. Anyway, apparently my hot level was on high yesterday, and say “yesterday” one more time, Yesterday’s June. The point is, I had to turn down a lotta man bits because I had to go dress shopping. I could just see me on Friday, crying in a dressing room because I couldn’t find a dress.

Hi. I’m Barbara Bush.

I headed to White President, Black President, or whatever that store is called, and they gave me a stylist who was really nice to me except she kept talking about how fat I am in really subtle ways. Like, “That one is unforgiving to hips” and “That one is good for women with really flat stomachs.”

Look here, little stylist. Do you know how many men are waiting for me out there? Two. That’s how many.

I took these dressing-room pictures not only because I’m a narcissist, but also because I informed Lottie Blanco that I’d be sending photos to her and to her wife, Lottie Blanco 2, all night.

Neither of the Lottie Blancos give two shits about dresses. Also, I am so over everyone on earth being “a narcissist.” They can’t possibly all be narcissists.

I can, though, so let’s look at more pictures of me.

I don’t know what I’m doing with my hand, but I also know this dress just kind of hung there. Also, it’s hard to take a full-body picture of yourself.

Cleave! Ho! Also, could I look more tired? It had been a long day at work. One of the other copy editors is on vacation this week and it’s intense, man.

Well, isn’t that special. …SATAN?

I branched out into jumpsuits but kept the odd hand gesture.

I even tried prints (and the revolution), because clearly the little black dress idea was not m’strong suit. I was keeping my pimp hand strong with that one hand, but not my suit of black.

Finally, I found this one, and it’s more of a big black dress, but I think I like it. I put it on hold, and my stylist grew noticeably cooler when I did. At least she stopped harping on how fucking fat I am. Does she realize I could sumo wrestle that skinny bitch to the ground?

I really did like her, actually. I mean, she was a funny person and she was helpful. But dear lord did I feel unattractive leaving there.

I left White Room, Black Curtains and thought I really should go to another store, see if they have any magic “You’re not 53 and fat” dresses. So I went to the God store.

There’s this clothing shop here that sells sort of peasanty hippy dresses and tops that I sometimes end up liking when I’m in the mood for some flow, and the first time I was there I was jamming out to the music when all of a sudden I realized I had some Jesus jams going on. For some reason, it’s like clothing made by God there. Fortunately, they don’t kick me out for being a heathen.

And look who I ran into!

This is Laura, and she’s a faithful reader, and coincidentally the last time I saw her was in 2011 when she and I went to church together on Easter. Now eight years later here we were at the God store.

“You’re on our computer all the time,” her daughter said.

So that was exciting, and she assured me I was not as fat as the stylist said I was, although let’s face it, I must lose weight. I lost weight moving in here, like 10 pounds, and maybe I should start a new career as a professional mover. I’d be fit as a fiddle and making serious bank, I’ll bet.

Anyway, I’ll likely go back tonight to get the dress because my modeling gig starts at 9:30 Saturday morning, and like Linda Evangelista I won’t get out of bed for less than $15,000 and I hope this charity knows it.

Love,
June Crawford

34 thoughts on “Minorette

  1. That last dress that you put on hold? Utter perfection and worth every penny. I don’t even have an event that’s calling for an LBD but I’m considering going there just to try it on (bad idea…because I’d probably come home with it).

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  2. I like the LBD that sort-of hung/hang/hanged there. Why is that word such a problem? Didn’t it used to be that someone was hung. Now they are all hanged. I don’t get it. Anyway… the black midi dress loves very pretty on you. You’re tall enough to carry it.

    In 9th grade I modeled for one of our local dress shops, and was in a TV commercial. My outfit was the same one worn by Shelley Hack on the November, 1970 cover of Seventeen magazine. It was a lovely maxi-skirt, with very slimming horizontal stripes. Of course, ‘ole Shelley was just a tall bag of youthful bones. It was a pretty skirt, perfect for all the holiday parties I wasn’t really going to attend. Too bad we can’t post an image. Shelley looks great.

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  3. You know how I dress, so who needs my input? But you look good in black. The last one is lovely on you and would be fun to sweep and swirl around in. I also think the others would look better once you can move around outside the grim cubby. Does the rest of Cleave! Ho! have anything going for it? Or why not beat Barbara Bush at her own game?

    With your modeling experience and a fun photographer, you’ll be great as long as you don’t drink too much milk.

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  4. You should do a reader poll on which one to get! Your fave thing to do! And I know you LOVE the way I said “fave”.

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  5. Where are you and what are you doing to get men asking you out? Are they good dating candidates?

    The last two men that asked me out were well past 60. I’m not ready to start dating the Medicare recipients.

    I love the dresses!

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  6. That last dress looks fantastic on you! Really, truly fantastic. I liked the print dress on you a lot, too.

    I, too, have a modeling gig. Christopher & Banks asks me every season if I want to stand in the store window in four different outfits. I have said yes and gotten fat discounts on anything I want in the store which is a pretty sweet gig. I tell everyone they want me because I am the tallest one in the window but I really think it’s because I’m a little bit plus sized and they want to show how those clothes fit a little bit plus sized bodies. My gig is next weekend and if any of you are in Nashville, please don’t come. I have no grace and stand there awkwardly while the short, petite people stand next to me. It’s great!

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  7. I hope that dress on hold has a hold on you because it’s stunning.
    If I was a man I’d be marrying you already.
    Hoots and pearls. The perfect accessories.

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  8. I like the first one. It made your shape look VaVaVaoom in it’s simplicity. You are curvy and twos of men are chasing you. You are not fat you are curvy and not a stick insect as the Brits say. I love that one.

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  9. I also like the hung there one because maybe it’s well hung. I did not go to comedy school for nothing. I am a with on the diagnosing of mental disorders. Suddenly everyone is a psychiatrist.

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  10. Hilarious post! I like the dress that’s on hold. Those pearl look lovely with the black dresses. I didn’t think if Barbara Bush, but you are ignoring Ned.
    Tee

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      1. I edited this because what we say on (Face)book of June stays on FB of June. Thank you! Thank you for your prompt attention to this matter at hand. Sincerely, Juan

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  11. I gave up shopping. That’s why I had two daughters. They bring me things that they know I will love and that suit me and spare me from the torture of the fitting room. Good planning on my part, no? Anything else I wear comes direct from Costco, like all the big stars.

    I love the last dress and the one you said just hangs. I think both are lovely! But what do I know? Oh! I do know that June Gardens-Crawford is not.FAT. Not one bit.

    “You’re on our computer all the time” – HA! Hello Linda!

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  12. Good Morning, June!
    The dresses look great on you…I like the one you picked, and the one you said “just kind of hung there” in case you wanted to know.

    Lovely post(s) (from the last couple of days), lovely June!

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    1. Love the last dress! I wish I looked good in a dress. I actually look better in a bathing suit than a dress. Which can be awkward when dining out. But, to each his own.
      Cleave ho, Tinder girl!

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  13. Trying on clothes is the very reason that I hate shopping. They never look as good as you think they are going to. I look way better in my mind that I do in person.

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    1. “I look way better in my mind than I do in person.” Me too.
      I like the movie star one at the end.

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