When I was five I was in a [ahem] ballet concert. [Actually I was in them until I was nine - my mum was the teacher so I had to go]. Anyway, I got to be boy blue. I loved it, since I was wearing what I liked instead of those awful tutu things. And I got to be a boy.
Blue was what me sainted mother dressed me in as well when I was a wee lass in knickers. Me older sister had t'wear pink an' me younger sister had t'wear yellow. I was pretty happy I looked like a smurf rather than a bottle o'pepto or a daffodil.
I'm an All-Purpose Groover. A laid-back guitarist, bassist and teacher. A percussionist. I'm an ecletic mix of interests that occasionally combine into a coherent thought process. Unless I have a hangover.
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Excellent hair cut. It suits you.
Thanks, Sassy. I should dig up a decent shot of the old 'do. This is definately an improvement.
My gay friend 'Wifey' (I'm 'Husband') was sitting at the salon butting in on the hairdresser saying just make her look like a boy. I'm happy.
Verrrrrry nice, Me Plucky One. BTW, I note ye be wearin' blue -- even iffin ye aren't blue. ;)
Thanks muchly, Cap'n.
When I was five I was in a [ahem] ballet concert. [Actually I was in them until I was nine - my mum was the teacher so I had to go]. Anyway, I got to be boy blue. I loved it, since I was wearing what I liked instead of those awful tutu things. And I got to be a boy.
So yeah, I like wearing blue.
Blue was what me sainted mother dressed me in as well when I was a wee lass in knickers. Me older sister had t'wear pink an' me younger sister had t'wear yellow. I was pretty happy I looked like a smurf rather than a bottle o'pepto or a daffodil.
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