'Bridal magazines,' said my daughter, dumping a stack of them in my
living room. 'I bet you read them because you read everything.'
The city hen weekend is back in. I didn't know it had gone
out, or where it had gone, or what had replaced it, or who said it had
gone out and what authority they had over its going out and in.
Fortunately the all-knowing writers and editors of the bridal magazine
did know and could say and now it was back.
Serve your canapes in personalized wooden seed-trays. Must write that essential tip down for the big day in a year's time.
You too can lose 20lbs in 6 weeks. This was accompanied by a
photo of two grim-faced brides running across a beach in a strong wind
with a parachute tied to their backs.
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