This is a sad story of a girl who thought fashion was forever lost to her. She thought any sense of personal style was something unattainable. Then, one grand and glorious day, her friend, Miss M., (perhaps at the request of Mr. M.), helped that girl go shopping. Over the course of time, something magical happened; she learned she could go shopping and enjoy it. She learned to enjoy buying clothes that fit her and were comfortable, and looked good. The inner fashionista began to emerge as the girl began to define her personal style. As they said in "The Devil Wears Prada", everyone who wears clothes is in one way or another affected by the fashion industry. I like to dress simply, with no accessories and no make up. Contrary to what guys may think of a girl, I own 4 pairs of shoes. I add style and the "wow" factor to my person by wearing shirts with interesting and fun patterns and prints. This way, I can get dressed and get out and about with very little preparation and primping, and still maintain that Hollywood glamour that is required of L.A. residents.
The purpose of this post is to give props to my prettiest peep, Miss M. I love you, amiga.
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always liked your non-styli style, person transparent and especially humorous. Mi esposo enjoyed recounting the anniversary gift. The steel resolve of a soul held by Christ. Psuedonyms rock!!
I think I was thanking God for you last night. Yes, I see from the letters that it was you that I was thanking God for, for you and for tu esposo quien paso tanto tiempo edificando a mi amiga, Miss M. Miss M., Mr. M., y yo estamos tantos, tantos benditos tener tu amistad y ser miembros contigo en el cuerpo de Cristo. Me gusta muchísimo tu seudónimo-parece un nobre linda de una mujer linda de India, con un poco de Francés-fasinador y elegante. ¡Como una belleza exótica!
Amiga mía, ¡eres linda por dentro y por fuera! Me divertí muchísimo yendo de compras contigo y con tu esposo. Y me alegró mucho que les gusto la comida de Portos. ¿Qué tal esas "papas rellenas" eh? Ya sabes, cuando tengas que ir de nuevo a hacer compras, me llamas. O y también...por favor llámame antes de planchar tu alfombra (jajajajaja)!
Be that way, and I will start typing in Korean here.
Though it may seem outlandish,
I like to practice new things.
My new thing is Spanish,
and the joy that it brings.
You cannot banish
the things that I like.
I like Spanish-
like it a lot.
I'm sorry if our words,
you do not know;
but that is your fault,
my dear señor Cho.
I think Miss M has great style too...I could use some tips from her. :o)
I don't know
where to cry
or to laugh
Nobody has ever
written a poem
to me
or
about me
before
As a side note, your last line made me laugh hard. I did not see that coming.
To Señor Cho,
I'm glad I made you laugh.
Now I have to go
cut my calf in half.
I am writing these rhymes,
and it is getting annoying.
I am missing the times
my responses were boring.
I knew and old lady who swallowed a shoe...wait
I knew and old lady who swatted a fly...
I don't know why, but she got my eye...do you think she died?
Señor Cho-meister:
You are hilarious!
¡Gracias!
Miss M
Wagamama:
¡Eres muy bonita! (picture Kip raising & lowering his eyebrows while checking out "La-fawn-duh")
Peace out,
Miss M
Mrs. M:
You are the bestest friend a friend could ever have. Thank you for reminding me to be thankful on the good days and on the difficult days to consider: God has made them both.
Un abrazo,
Miss M
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