And Jilli - look: matching stripey tights. [link]
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And Jilli - look: matching stripey tights. [link]
Awwww, cute!
I'm trying to convince myself to get on with some editing work, instead of looking at the stores of a couple of eBay sellers and playing the "If I get a bonus, I'm getting these!" game. The convincing is not working.
This shows the colors a bit truer - they aren't as pastel-y: [link]
So glad you and S are home, Sean.
ION, I just went out to the garden for five minutes. FIVE MINUTES, to pick some tomatoes. I stepped on one of the spikes holding the landscape timbers in place (the timbers are sort of sunk into the ground now) and it went right through my shoe. I have treated it with stuff from my large drawer of first aid stuff, but it's so annoying. Also, there's that pain thing and the amount of blood that got on the bathroom floor. I swear that if CSI brought one of those lights that show blood into my bathroom, I wouldn't be able to convince anyone that I hadn't cut up a body in there.
Empress, enjoy it while you can. It only lasts so long. My DH would give anything to see K-Bug wear something pink.
I have reached new level of mommy-sadness; Buying outfits based on tights.
It's been going on a long time. When I was about 2, my mother made me an outfit with a blue velvet coat and hat trimmed with ermine. Yes, sometimes Mother's sewing was a little over the top. She was convinced this outfit had to have white leggings (read tights) and she pretty much went in every store in Chicago until she found them.
(She still has the coat.)
The clothes and shoes thing is, I think, inherited in my case. My friend gave me a pair of shoes for my birthday. Em saw the box and squealed, "SHOOOOES!" No matter what she is wearing, even if it's just a diaper, she points to her shoe basket and says, "Need shoes." If she can't wear the shoes she wants, she trows a fit sobbing, "Mine shoes! Mine shoes! Miiiinnneee shoooooeeesss!"
At least you know she wasn't switched in the hospital.
No kidding.