
Little Miss Muffett
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
And she was all, "Hell, brother, you are on fleek with that black color scheme and all the fuzz and shit -- mama knows what she's wearing to the club TONIGHT."
Note: Only in a farcical context will I ever attempt "on fleek" because HOW RIDICULOUS does that sound coming from me? So much.

But seriously. Diane was correct; this is not my favorite, although I am thrilled for her that she is comfortable in it regardless (and indeed, that's how everyone should be). But, I hate that twee H on her chest. WHY is Karl taking my initial in vain?

I do kind of like this, though, except for how pinch it is on the left side up there. She really NABs, though. I'm going to start making placards we can hold up.

I assume that's not sheer, given her stated aversion. It's actually all of: weird, cool, part-vest, and gymnastics-inspired.
