Cabana Boys. In crisp white as whipped cream shorts.They LOVE to bring you things, beverages, sun tan lotion, lunch...anything. Drop your sunglasses. They pick them up. Magazine blows off the deck chair. Yep, fetched happily. Doze off, they gently remind you to take care, the sun. Let me get an umbrella for you. Get wet in the pool. Towel right there. Yep. I am thinking every plan for world peace should have a cabana boy clause. So when I paint these islands, I am thinking pure luxe and someone there to answer every whim. Everyone deserves a cabana boy every now and then.
At auction currently. Grab a beverage and bid. Click over on the right.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Posted by Janice C. Cartier at 6:41 AM