“U r aging backward sis!” said an admirer in the post’s comments section.
One person said, “You can’t be 70,” while another made the joke, “HOW is it possible you look like this?” I must instantly set down this piece of pizza.
A fan posted on Facebook: “YOU ARE THE MOMENT! CLASSIC ELEGANCE, GRACE, BEAUTY, AND COMPOSURE!
Another fan said, “Time bows down to you and stops moving.”
The star of upscale bridal attire recently declared, “I dye my hair, I’m [about to be] 75 years old,” on her Wiser Than Me with Julia Louis-Dreyfus podcast, that she isn’t going to let the greys show in her hair anytime soon.
She said, “I would look like a bad skunk,” according to People.
The 74-year-old designer has created exquisite wedding dresses for A-list clients including Selena Gomez, Kim Kardashian, and Victoria Beckham. The pioneer of the fashion industry, who designed wedding dresses for these celebrities, expressed her desire to see her two daughters, Josephine, 30, and Cecilia, 33, marry.
“I hope I get to attend both weddings before I pass away. She stated on the show, “I really hope I’m still here and strong enough to do everything.
Vera previously disclosed that she never made an effort to keep her young “in a fanatical, obsessive way.”
“I started working in fashion when I was 19 years old. In an interview for BBC 100 Women in 2022, she stated, “Not in front of the camera, behind it.” “I never gave youth any thought, perhaps because I deal with the world’s most attractive ladies on a regular basis. And as a result, I see them more as my muses; perhaps this is a constructive way to deal with aging.
On June 27 of this year, the opulent wedding gown designer will celebrate turning 75. She revealed some personal details in the interview, saying that “work” is a component of her “magic elixir” that gives her a youthful appearance.
“I always said that: vodka cocktail, a lot of sleep, [and] work – work is the magic elixir,” she remarked in an interview with Elle last year. She also disclosed that she stays out of the sun.
Although I’m flattered that people find me to have aged nicely, that was never my intention. I stay out of the sun, drink vodka, and sleep. However, I enjoy working. She declared, “I don’t want to fit into one box.
The mother of two said to People in April that she and her husband are “cake people,” so dessert will undoubtedly be served for their 75th birthday party.
Plans for birthdays are not set in stone. 75 is a lot of strain, she said to the publication.
When the captain’s voice is heard speaking to the poor, heavy woman on the plane, the rich man mocks her. -A
An affluent man becomes displeased with being seated next to a corpulent woman in first class and begins to voice his complaints to the flight attendant.
The instant James Courtney spotted the woman seated beside him on the flight, he knew it was going to be a rough one. She was enormous! With her seated next him, how in the world was he going to travel in comfort?
The woman took a seat, jabbing at James with her elbow as she fastened her seat belt. “Observe it!” She turned to face James as he aggressively yelled at her.
She sobbed, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please pardon me.”
“Pardon me?” sarcastically questioned James. Or pardon the three thousand doughnuts you consumed to reach that weight?
The woman gave him a startled gasp, and James noticed that she was rather young with a weak but sweet face. He was inspired to scoff, “Lady, you need to book TWO seats when you travel!”
The woman’s eyes welled up with tears, but James was in the mood, especially after noticing how cheap and dated her clothes were and how worn out her shoes were.
“I assume your entire budget goes on nachos and hot dogs, right?” he asked. So you’re not able to afford two seats? The next time you pass the hat, I’m sure everyone on the plane will be quite giving!
The woman turned to face the window, and James saw the tears streaming down her cheeks in the reflection. He said, “Listen.” “I’m sure my friend who owns a clinic down in Mexico would give you a liposuction for a lot less money!”
By the time James felt his discomfort from being pressed up against her soft weight had subsided, the young woman’s shoulders were quivering with sobs. He thus requested a Martini when the bartender arrived with the drinks cart.
In his best James Bond voice, he said, “Shaken, not stirred,” and then, “I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink.”
The attractive attendant gave him a snide look while pressing her lips together tightly. Next, she spoke to the woman seated beside her. “Madam, what would you like to drink?”
With a nod, the woman dabbed at her eyes. “Please, give me a diet Coke.”
James sneered. “Don’t you think a diet Coke would be a little late in the game?” Though James felt a slight glow upon realizing he’d upset both the flight attendant and the woman, they both chose to ignore him.
While the woman next to him sipped her diet Coke, he reclined and bit on an olive and sipped his Martini. With a shudder, he realized she would eventually need to use the restroom and would be squeezing by him.
Shortly after he had finished his last drink, the flight attendant arrived carrying food. She placed a lovely tray in front of him and another one in front of the passenger next him.
“Are you certain that will suffice?” The flight attendant was asked by James, “Why do you think it would take a village to feed this lady?”
Disregarding him, the flight attendant continued serving the other first-class customers. “She really was impolite, wasn’t that?” James questioned the person seated beside him, saying, “I think I’ll complain about her.”
However, the other traveler disregarded him as well, and James proceeded to enjoy the genuinely superb meal. When the flight attendant returned, he was finishing the last of his wine, and she was beaming.
“Pardon me,” she began. “The captain would love to have you come up to the cockpit. He’s a big fan.”
After being startled, James noticed that the large woman sitting next to him was being spoken to by the flight attendant. She was flushing, nodding, and smiling. This implied that James needed to stand up and give her space.
After guiding the woman off of the aircraft, James resumed his seat. He expected to be forwarding a good deal of venomous emails concerning the first class service and conditions on the company’s flights to the management.
When the captain’s voice came over the speakers, he was mentally crafting some great diatribes. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. One of us is a celebrity! You will recognize the voice if, like me, you are an avid listener of “I Love Opera.”
When a beautiful voice began singing a few bars of a well-known aria in the cabin, the other passengers began to applaud and make joyful comments to one another. “That’s correct,” declared the captain. “We’re flying with the lovely Miss Allison Jones to perform a charity concert for world hunger.”
James winced as the entire aircraft broke into spontaneous applause. The flight attendant then approached. “Listen up, buster,” she replied in a harsh, icy tone. “I’m putting you in economy if you upset that girl again, no matter how many millions you have.”
James noticed the sparkle in the flight attendant’s eye as he opened his mouth to object. “I apologize,” he muttered.
“You don’t have to apologize to me!” said she.
After some time, Allison Jones, the large woman, reappeared, grinning and signing autographs for the other travelers. James shot to his feet to give her room to sit.
He smiled his most endearing smile and said, “Listen.” “I apologize if I offended you a little; I didn’t know who you were.”
James saw that Allison had the most stunning eyes when she turned to face him. It makes no difference who I am. Never, ever treat someone that way! Furthermore, you’re not sorry. If I wasn’t sort of famous, would you even be saying sorry? I mean, I can’t control my weight, but you can alter your mindset. Give up passing judgment on others.
James stopped talking, lowered himself back into his chair, and remained silent until their arrival in Portland.
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