Classic Beauty: Hayley Mills

One of the several ingenue actresses of the era, Hayley Mills was always too much the “girl next door”, despite having all the attributes, because everyone around her nurtured and maintained the image (like they did with Julie Andrews) — and not the least because her father wouldn’t let her play the title role in Lolita.

That’s not to say she wasn’t beautiful, both as a young girl and then a teenager.

And in color:

And surprise surprise, she turned out to be a gorgeous older woman, too.

That was her in her sixties, and not in the Sixties.

Lovely.

Finally, Autumn

Our temperatures here in north Texas will finally (!) be seasonally adjusted this week from Broil to Simmer and finally, Acceptable:


(I left the silly Celsius things there for the benefit of my Furrin Readers)

My laptop’s wallpaper reflects that mood, although fall in Texas is never that pretty:


(right-click to embiggen and save)

I don’t know where that is;  my instincts say New Hampshire because of the granitic boulders, but I’ll be persuaded otherwise.

Classic Beauty: Brigitte Bardot

People who weren’t around at the time, or who weren’t aware of Brigitte Bardot probably cannot understand the effect she had on the world in the early 1960s.  She literally defined the term “sex kitten”, and many of those who followed her in that appellation simply don’t compare.

Consider:

She simply exuded sex appeal, and was the object of many a callow lad’s fantasies.  And I was no exception.

Yeah, Whatever

Here’s a big nothingburger for you:

The Jockey Club have taken the dramatic decision to cut the Randox Grand National field size by 15 per cent to safeguard the Aintree spectacular’s future.

Next April, the world’s most famous race will see a maximum of 34 runners go to post instead of 40. The Jockey Club, who run Aintree, believe it is imperative to make the move now and say they have taken the decision in the interest of the health and safety of all human and equine participants.

News flash: nobody cares.  The only reason most people (including me and my Readers) show any interest in Aintree at all is this:

 

Yep;  Train Smash Women, in all their magnificent failures.  The races?  Only for the owners and jockeys.