or, in the freedom language: HELLO MY SWEET RUSTY GYPSIES!
Today, the Rusty Gypsies reunited at last in sweet splendor! After months of longing for our friendship Casey ventured downward on a trip for new laces to use in some of her new creations. Rusty gypsy casey was struck with inspiration and is now making vintage lace BIRD BROOCHES! They're a catch so flap on over and take a gander.
Later in the afternoon, I, Hayley, got a ring on the telly from dear old Casey asking if I would accompany her on her outing. I, of course, accepted and was ready to go at a moment's notice. We made a quick stop at the mall to see what the commoners were wearing these days. It was an outrage! Ghastly! A travesty! It was FEROCIOUS! To think that the formerly upstanding members of our community are now dressing like heathen scoundrels weighs heavily on our hearts. Where are the days when showing less was more? When head to toe lace was the pinnacle of fashionista?? And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, we passed someone whose unmentionables were hanging out of her blouse and miniskirt so short it looked as if it were denim underpants. At a momentary loss for words, Casey and I both looked at each other with hands in air and scornful looks upon our faces. But then, finally, the emotion poured out of Casey. "AGHAST! AGHAST!" she screamed. The common prostitute look-alike turned around and quickly attempted to cover her womanly lumps, but the damage had been done. She was now the talk of the town and the talk of the rusty gypsies.
Our message to all our gypsies is that THERE IS A FINE LINE BETWEEN SEXY AND SLUTTY. Some need not to cross that fairly thin line, because when they cross it, they have vanished forevermore.
COMING SOON: book reviews, photos of they gypsies' daily lives, and an excerpt of our new up and coming novel!
UNTIL NEXT TIME, STAY CLASSY, LACY, AND SPARKLY (of course!)
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