If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Give It A Whirl, Girl!
I've been picking up clothes here and there for Reesa's dress-up trunk. My NeeNee Scott had one for all of us, and it was the grandest! Here Reesa has on a petti-skirt that I found at a Facebook resale shop. She calls it a "whirl skirt".
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