My wee sister. Ousted from the skating team at an early age, she channeled her huff into an old Singer. Fringey numbers for me, lavish trimmed outfits for Warren, and soon our skating shows were renowned not for their graceful unity, but for outfits worthy of Blades of Glory. Realizing her talent was being wasted on a few cut-rate has-beens, Sneugorkaette intelligently packed up her needles and fled the family circus, opting instead to sew calmer fashions for the citizens of the South Hill, Spokane.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Whoa, sister...
My wee sister. Ousted from the skating team at an early age, she channeled her huff into an old Singer. Fringey numbers for me, lavish trimmed outfits for Warren, and soon our skating shows were renowned not for their graceful unity, but for outfits worthy of Blades of Glory. Realizing her talent was being wasted on a few cut-rate has-beens, Sneugorkaette intelligently packed up her needles and fled the family circus, opting instead to sew calmer fashions for the citizens of the South Hill, Spokane.
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Eerie. Are you sure this wasn't taken 10 years ago and you're just passing your teenage self off as your sister for love and company? Eerie!
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