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I would much rather do an awkward red dress tango with life than just merely watch, from a distant corner, playing footsie with a table leg.


But this dress?
makes me want to crawl under the table.


Rene ~ 2010

Comments

  1. i agree with the philosophy...

    as well as the fashion sense...

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  2. works as an evening dress on Oct 30

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  3. You want to participate and not observe. That sounds great.

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  4. ...and if the gal is pretty, the guy doesn't care what she has on because he's working on getting it off no matter what it looks like LOL

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  5. that's right Doris..it ain't the wrapper it's the candy :)

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  6. kinda Disney creepy ain't it?

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  7. Disney cheap--good descript there actually from C above. Look sort of disjointed doesn'tt it?

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  8. She should date Gumby. They are similarly shaped.

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    Thanks a lot for the support to Jingle Poetry Potluck, I could not always find time to show how much we appreciate your support, here, three awards for you, hope to see you in of week 7, our theme is love and romance. Happy Monday, Happy Blogging! xxx

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  10. It does look like Disney! I like the gloves!

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