Thursday, January 27, 2011

if it doesn't fit, make it fit



When I was eight I went to my cousin Gemma's birthday party, which was a 'T'-party, as in everyone dresses as something beginning with the letter T. Somewhat missing this point, I went as a witch. I wore a magnificent black wig, despite the fact that it was too small. I have a very large head, (a curse I have inherited from my Father, who once had to wear a wig made of two wigs stitched together because one simply wasn't big enough). The wig I wore was so tight that I threw up and had to go home early from the party.

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