For those of you who doubted, I would like to present a simple piece of evidence that proves, beyond any shadow of doubt, that, no matter what level of fashion sense SOME (cough cough cough) believe me to have...erm, rather...lack, I have certainly, unquestionably, markedly, dramatically improved.
Voila!
HAHAHA "We're out in public and our clothes don't match, we're out in public and our clothes don't match!!"...
And my favorite:
Ian, my "heart brother," you were a wonderful monarch. I was The Queen, as it should be...and Amy...well, Amy...we all know you were a passable Public Relations Consultant. (For my Immanuel friends who are utterly confused, these past 3 were a trip down memory lane, specifically the Argentina block. I lived with Don & Gail Donell, ARBCA church planters in Carlos Paz, for 5 months, along with their then-6 years-old son, Ian (the love of my life), and Amy, my chum since *horrors!* 6th grade!)
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I have no idea what separates went into that particularly hideous ensemble, but be assured, my services as Boyce College's semi-official Fashion Consultant are yours to tap into :)
Hey! What you callin' hideous?? ;D
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