Curly-Haired Confessions
Jean, how lovely to find out you, too, have a headful of curls! Ah, Barbara, why did you desert us curly girls?
Loved the photo of your purse, Jean. I'm impressed!
As for socks... I have two, TWO, gorgeous pair. But I didn't knit them. They were wonderful, wonderful gifts from Barbara.
Finally, please, Barbara, do you think there's a way to convince Liam to be our contest prize? I mean, isn't knitting a really good cause???
Loved the photo of your purse, Jean. I'm impressed!
As for socks... I have two, TWO, gorgeous pair. But I didn't knit them. They were wonderful, wonderful gifts from Barbara.
Finally, please, Barbara, do you think there's a way to convince Liam to be our contest prize? I mean, isn't knitting a really good cause???
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Yikes. I almost called you by The Secret Nickname! You curly girls have to forgive me for de-frizzifying myself this summer. The curls were boring into my cerebral cortex and inhibiting my brain function. It was a medical emergency. Honestly. (And trust me, color is an emergency too. I'm going to my grave clutching a box of L'Oreal . . . )
I'll see what I can do re Liam. Maybe if I sit down and talk with him three or four hundred times I can convince him that donating his time and talents (ahem) to our cause is the humanitarian thing to do.
If you need a back-up on that visit with Liam, Barbara, just give me a holler.
Well, I have heard that he has amazing recuperative powers. (Okay, Bretton, exactly where do you hear this stuff: Shoprite??)
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