Lydia purchased a new hat. She almost didn’t see it at the thrift store – what a fortunate thing that she had gone to the very bottom of the hat barrel. It positively called to her and she clasped it happily to her chest. “What a find!” she marveled. It was hard to imagine that somebody had given it away.
Lydia fancied herself to be quite fashionable, but in a one-of-a-kind way. Not for her were the clothes at stores that had rack after rack of whatever happened to be the latest “thing.” No, she wouldn’t follow trends, she would set them.
Poor Lydia. Nobody could figure out a kind way to tell her that her sense of fashion was deplorable. Or was it?
Fashions don’t just grow on trees – somebody has to make them!
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I’m short on time today, so that’s all I’ve got. The drawing is one of our “Squiggly” collection. Someone draws a squiggly line and the next person has to try to make it into a drawing of some sort.
Still trying to decide whether or not to continue on with the “Dear Bucky” letters from Martin. Vote early, vote often!
This has been Friday Fiction with Lynniebee. Somebody has to write these things!
I’ll probably be setting trends or deleting them in the morning. Hard to say for sure.
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