Also, back then they were called brassieres and were huge, exquisitely uncomfortable looking things.
There are days I really feel for Mom.
There are days I really feel for Mom.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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- I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary. The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.
3 comments:
I - cannot - wait - to be - a - grandparent!
I'm slow, but is Grandma referring to corsets? I don't think Mary will see that as superior to bras...
@Dad: Well, you aren't going to be getting any from me any time soon.
@Zach: No idea. She never elaborated on that statement.
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