A digital recreation of an article published in Showboat Magazine Vol1 No4 from 1964
Chantilly, crinoline, Belgian lace – these are words which men know little or nothing about. Ah, but they weave a special kind of magic for the ladies, particularly for explosive Jean Keyes.
Beautiful, bountiful Jean is wild about lace. She spends more time looking for her lingerie than she does for the dresses she presents to the appreciative gaze of the men in her life. But when Jean crosses her lovely legs to take dictation, her lucky boss sees a flare of red silk that usually makes him forget dictation.
When Jean gets home from work in the evening, she can hardly wait to strip off her dress and loll around in the lacy lingerie she loves. She may decide to read, watch television or listen to music, but whatever she does – Jean will be a sultry symphony in lovely lace.
It would seem that Jean is sacrificing comfort for just an affectation. She agrees readily that lace and frills are a bit of a bother, but her argument is logical, "Sure," she says, "A girl can be much more comfy in a sloppy housecoat, but wouldn’t you rather look at a woman when she wears black lace?" What’s to say? Not a thing. Just ogle and agree.
Retrorambling 
This is Julie Williams
I know of course, but this is a digital recreation of an article, and in that article she was called something else. This of course was quite usual and most glamour models of the era had many different names on print