We’re clearly soldiers in petticoats
And dauntless crusaders for woman’s votes
Though we adore men individually
We agree that as a group they’re rather stupid!

Cast off the shackles of yesterday!
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray!
Our daughters’ daughters will adore us
And they’ll sign in grateful chorus
“Well done, Sister Suffragette!”

So, cast off the shackles of yesterday!
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray!
Our daughters’ daughters will adore us
And they’ll sing in grateful chorus
“Well done! Well done!
Well done Sister Suffragette!”

I guess I’m the daughter’s daughter (it was set in 1910) so here I am bringing her wish to fruition:

Well Done! Well Done! Well Done Sister Suffragette!

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Sister Suffragette

It was divine. Just what I needed.

Driving up I remembered that I had forgotten to pack any underwear. So, I chuckled at my tendency to multi-task and forget this or that and used it as a great excuse to buy some new ones at Target about half way there. I also bought Pink’s new CD as kind of a treat.

When I pulled up to her condo I realized my suitcase was not in my van. No where to be found. I blamed my husband for taking it out of the van to rearrange for the wheelchair I was picking up. But, he said he found it by the front door. It’s probably bad that I was super-disappointed that it wasn’t his fault.

The Blogger has no clothes.

Not an ounce of pretension could be mustered up from my clothes all weekend.

The biggest guest faux paux of all time.

I had no make-up, no Chantix for the smoking, no clothing. No shoes, no work-out clothes. No toothbrush. No hair brush or comb. No moisturizer or zit stick or sunscreen. As a guest, don’t you think it’s a little rude to show up with NOTHING?

Rebecca was incredibly gracious, lending me whatever would fit. She’s a few sizes smaller than I, and a total fitness buff, so adjustable clothing and stretchy tank tops saved the day. In the end it turns out that having no stuff to flounce yourself up isn’t that big of a deal. I was just fine and had a great time.

You are not your clothes. Wasn’t I saying something like that earlier in the week? Oh, that’s right when I was talking about school clothes for girls on So Sioux Me earlier in the week. Was this the universe or God trying to make damn sure I meant it?

Post from: Blisstree

Fashion Faux Paux