This is a “Yoshi Kondo” jacket from my favourite store, LARK. Well-wedged in the realm of the impossible. And kind of girly for me, I thought at first, but maybe not so much girly as Little Lord Fontleroy-ish.
Little Lord Fontleroy turned scampy street rat? Can I get away with that?
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I know, it hurts to say it. I had to shriek a few “Happy Birthday Marians” out loud, just to cleanse my palate.
Anyway, I must interrupt your scheduled (sort of) biscuit week with a picture of these canned peaches that my sister made for me. They are not sissy peaches, as you can see. No fancy lettering (wait, what is she implying?).
And also, happy birthday sisternooooooooo.
