Sistahs on Summer Training.

Pinky and Perky.

Shoewheels

Does anybody ever come here? Is this the quietest corner of the innertent?
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Pointy Heel Training

Soubriquet, of the Knights of the Besmirched Countenance, reporting;
The mystery of how you people manage to walk in those things has always puzzled me, ever since seeing my sister try out my mother's shoes at the age of five. Believe me, she could shuffle round all day like that, but fell and crashed into furniture quite often. Along with the shoes, she put on a big dose of bossiness, and learned to mutter darkly about toes, ankles, bunnions...
She, of course, had no idea what all that meant, it was just picked up from grown-up ladies she saw crying with relief after they kicked off their shoes under the table, in an all-woman safe-zone. Called the coffee-morning, where my mother would pretend that the house was always spotlessly tidy, that we always used fine china cups and saucers, always silver spoons.....
I was about four then, and learning the value of careful observation.

So I see now, you have bronze training robots for your toddlers to dance with.
Fiendishly clever.

"Dorothy Discovers Joy in Oven-Cleaner Fumes"

Pausing for a sniff in the cleaning products aisle, Dorothy decided to shorten the "little black dress"...
Then, inhaling deeply from the opened bottle, she flew.
Soared.
And was free at last.

Trainers of Style

Some of you may recall the Nutcracker Squadron gearing up for trouble. I'm delighted to see though that the boys have been lulled into a sense of false security...


But this, Sistah's doesn't mean we can slack. Vigilance is key and we must keep in shape. So please, slip into your pointy trainers and get... training.

Just Saw This at the Doc's.

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