Someone call the paramedics- I think he shoulders have come out of their joints while trying to escape this ghastly sweater?!
Oh no! I left the iron on the bodice! I know! I’ll stitch a whimsical cloud over the charred area! Phew! No one will ever notice!
The ushers suspected that Irma was sneaking food into the theatre, but they had no idea how…..
Thigh gap at its strangest.
Maybe it’s better without the jacket…..no. It’s not.
No, don’t explain- let’s just pretend I never saw this. Oh- and give me back my pomeranian.
No. This jacket cannot save the rest of the collection, but it is a nice try.
Now one more thing my little chickadees! Please let me know by the end of the week if you wish to be a Jungle January Swapper! I hope to give out partners when I return from Sandringham.
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