I cringe at grocery signs offering me “Fresh Strawberrys and Blueberrys!” I bemoan the chronic ignorance that there’s (not theirs!) a difference between “it’s” and its. At least this sign gave Martin and me a good laugh. We imagined servers informing customers that the cocktail came in sizes A, B, C, and double D for sharing.
So beautifully old and 40’s. I could almost touch it for the velvety feel of it, and see the dancer in it, tall, statuesque and gracefully exhibiting her special tutu.
Magic!
did it take you back to your dancing days?