When I was a kid, Trixie and I used to dance around in tights pretending to be Sexy Ladies. Tee shirts tightly tucked and a second pair of nude stockings on our heads for the Hair Down to Our Bottoms look. It was the late seventies, and I still can't shake the fact that the look is h*o*t. Think Ann-Margaret in Viva Las Vegas, mixed with the innocence of Bye Bye Birdie. It's my writing attire, sans hair stockings, and I love Fay's interpretation: Ann-Margaret meets Inspector Gadget. I'm all there Spring 2009.