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Sometimes you might be so in it that you forget to get dressed or even comb your hair. You might not even notice someone is lurking with a camera. And so it was on a cold dreary Sunday in March when gardening wasn't an option anyway.
And there were matching socks.
March 17, 2014 in clothing and personal adornment, comic relief, continuing aka Just Going, home, life, quilting, Soul-o, sympathetic evolution | Permalink