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When I was a little kid, ere those many, many years ago, I remember some of the grown-up ladies referring to earrings–specifically the kind you clipped onto your earlobes–as “earbobs.” Mama didn’t have pierced ears in those days, and I used to wear her clip-ons when I played dress up. Lordie, but those things pinched like the devil!
Still, if you were gonna play dress up, you needed to do it right, and that meant sporting earbobs and loads of necklaces and lipstick (courtesy of those tiny Avon sample lippies that were the perfect size for a child’s hands), not to mention Mama’s old fur coat of dubious provenance, while wobbling dangerously in a pair of her stiletto heels. Beauty can be painful, don’tchaknow.
It was so much fun playing dress up, pretending to be anyone from a fairytale princess to a pop star to a cowgirl on a wagon train or intrepid explorer traveling through time. Just a…
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