She was so proud.
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- Eva
- My Name is Eva. Not Ev as in "Evening" but Ev as in "evolution". Here's your chance to observe my personal evolution, or lack of it, as I document my works, both flesh and fabric. I sew with a passion. Have done since I was a girl, and, more recently, rear a quartet of awe-inspiring children. Welcome
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November
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- Sicko
- tumbling
- Fine, I'll write something. Gosh!
- Skirt the tree
- Welcome to boring town
- Happy Thanksgiving! It was a good day over here bu...
- Have your picture took
- Dadgummit
- Let down your hair
- Sunday play
- There's always room for Cello
- Socks
- for reals
- Lunch
- A Christmas music kind of day
- What I did for love
- You tell me
- I was tempted to post without a title...
- check minus
- baby it's cold outside
- hark
- Zizza combed her own hair.
- A new favorite
- It was July
- Barber Shop
- Comfort me with apples
- Dude
- Killer
- Missing
- And now we are six: A happy and sad story.
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5 comments:
Ha ha! So cute. I'm impressed she was able to get those ponies in!
Ha, ha, ha. Hilarious.
Pretty good, really. Eliza insists she can braid her own hair now. I haven't seen the fruits of that yet, though. :)
That is awesome!
By the way, I left it that way ans sent her to school.
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