Marching band uniforms by the dozens....
Hats....
Purses...
3 stacked rows of clothes, 4 aisles to look through.
Can you believe we were only there 2 hours?
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The continuing saga of a quack who's gone to the dogs...or cats, as the case may be.
Who I Am
- Wilma
- Dodge, Saskatchewan, Canada
- My goal, should I choose to strive for it, is to become a crabby wino cat lady, surrounded by scared neighbours, tins of cat food and empty wine bottles. I always say "Aim High!"
Numbers I Like
© 2006-2023
Death Bed Moment is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Canada License.
Please don't steal from Wilma. She'll have a Death Bed Moment on your face!
All You Ever Needed To Learn About Life...
5 comments:
Is this your closet we are looking at? B/C that is a LOT of marching band outfits you have there.
I wish! Oh the fun I could have with these clothes...
What would you do with all the marching band uniforms? Could I wear one?
I would insist! Everyone who came through my door (don't worry, you'll do it someday) would have to put one on & march around the house while I played the recorder. Something 'marchy' like Battle Hymn of the Republic or something.
Oh now I want to come over and march around in a band uniform.
Post a Comment