Oh, I really hope you were not expecting an uber
clever lyric poem about protective garments.
That would've been swell, wouldn't it?
Too bad my weekend was packed with fun and
lacking a quiet moment to pen a singsong aprony ditty.
clever lyric poem about protective garments.
That would've been swell, wouldn't it?
Too bad my weekend was packed with fun and
lacking a quiet moment to pen a singsong aprony ditty.
This Frenchy wine themed one I'm wearing is from Enchanted Home.
More than protecting my white tees from stains,
I like how it announces to everyone I am large,
in charge, and ready to stir up delish.
Pointe shoes are optional, obvi.
(But nuthin says Yo, this sugar plum fairy be ready
to blow yer mind wit mad Calphalon style than
european pink slippers and a poppin apron.)
Raising my glass to Tina who is celebrating her shop's 1st anniversary!
For sure, this is the last post in which
you'll see me climbin on top of tables,
counters, and consoles.
#liar #insaneinthemembrane #monkey
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Here's another option to crush on.
A Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic Couture
overdyed pale pink floral apron which is
cute enough to wear away from the kitchen.
Also it hides a belly bloated from booze or just years of good food.
Also it hides a belly bloated from booze or just years of good food.
Git down, Rachel.
Go 'head, git down.
Into aprons?
Peace to you right where you are.
Peace to you right where you are.
