It's Mother's Day week, so I will write a little something about my mom every day until Sunday.
It's 1960 something. We were on a camping trip in Northern California and we all packed a dress in case we went into town—which we did. Not sure why we were so stiff or didn’t show signs of fingertips but you could still see the resemblance of our precious Beatles. From left to right; John, with those angular features, George, complete with a unibrow, Ringo, hanging in the background, of course with those infamous go-go boots and Paul, with that cute round face. Yes, we were all wearing the same strange shift-thing which hid any signs of curves (not that we actually had any), but don’t our arms look great! And then, of course, our glam manager/ mom, who could pull it all together with a trendy little bag and heels – even on a camping trip. Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby!
All natural, flirty soaps.