IT'S WHAT'S INSIDE THAT COUNTS
It’s what’s inside that counts.
A perfectly Deborah-esque gift lies just under the lid. I love, love, love to be known.
Gems and intricate beadery cover the top of this little box, airing on the side of the gaudy like a wonderfully garish cocktail ring to be found on the likes of Auntie Mame.
My very own.
New vinyl for Christmas!
And who owns an awesome new coin purse?
I do, I do! Thanks, Bean. Pass the relish. And a handful of ’64 silver quarters.
I’m a sucker for reference material, what can I say?
And lately, chubby birds, too. Though this particular one’s not of the chubby variety, he does display a bit of peacockage, so he’s fine by me.