Ahhh just another one of my personal favorites from 1972.
The Wheat Suit was first worn in 1972, and was worn in one of his famous Madison Square Garden Performances if you didn't already know. It was also worn again in 1973 and this warms my heart greatly, Elvis personally gave this suit to Dotti Rambo in February 1973 as a birthday present! AWWWW💗💗💗💗💗💗.
Now it's time to appreciate the way it looks on him. I just LOVE the way the blue makes his hair and once again the tan of his skin so much more evident and beautiful! Like OH MY GOODNESS!! Not to mention the absolute colour match to his eyes they just stand out. I need to stop before I make everyone cringe or something but I'M IN ACTUAL LOVE! 💗💗💗🥵🥵💗💗
Paulie is the baby, the muse, the angel, the babyface, the porcelain doll, the porcelain doll with babyfaced, the sweetie little thing, the lovely, the genius musician, the most adorable spoiled brat, the most baby of all times, the most beautiful boy ever, the meaning of beauty, the best beatle, the favorite beatle, has the most glorious big bum ever ...yes!
And if you can't see that, sorry for you.... hehehe!
Tysm to the most beautiful amazing caring Darling of a lady I've had the utter pleasure of befriending and you are so very dear to me my love... You made me this because I'm not well and it means the world to me, and I cherish you so much just so you know.
It's perfect and you're so kind 💜💜
Bex you beautiful soul
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“Skin contact,” he said, reaching out. Elle passed him the baby, hands briefly overlapping on her little skull, “No one was holding her.”
The difference came by degrees- tired wail fading into sad grizzling, rubbing her wet little face beneath Jason’s collarbone before rapidly seeming to collapse into exhaustion.
Careful, Jason leaned against the edge of the desk he never actually used. After a beat, Elle followed, moving with assured quiet to pull herself up on top of the wide oak slab, high enough to lean her cheek on his shoulder.
“Started screaming the second she was done eating,” Elle whispered. Sighed, turning her head to press a brief kiss to Jason’s skin. “God.” She reached out, hesitantly touching one little hand, bunched even in rest, “She’s so small.”
For a while, they just watched the baby sleep.
“Does she have name?”
Elle smiled. “Elodie, I think. Feels like an Elodie.”
Another Elle. Ellie. Jason barely wrestled silence into his laugh, rocking the baby as she stirred. “Sounds good.”
He wanted to know what shade her eyes would be when they settled past baby blue. The color of her hair. The sound of her little laugh. A tiny, tiny magical person- Elle was right, of course. They’d never let her get hurt, ever again.
“Philippe’ll be here in the morning,” Elle told him, quietly.
Jason told himself not to be a fucking idiot. Not to be disappointed-
He also knew perfectly well what he sounded like, when he whispered back, “We’re not keeping her?”