Here they all are.
(I grew up listening to so-called "indie" music, where album art often consisted of blurry pictures. It looks like I'd be a hugely successful album designer with this one.)
Here's Libby at Leatherby's, the ice cream shop by our house, drinking a massive hot chocolate.
That sweater didn't stay clean for long. (And there was an Everest-like mountain of napkins on the table by the time we left.)
Two of the cutest girls you've ever seen. Somebody get that blonde an agent!
Here are all of the girls at Gardner Village, this historic site-cum-shopping mall that has all these witch mannequins on display at Halloween. Freezing cold, it was.
This was taken on "Witches' Night Out," an event sponsored by the powers-that-be at Gardner Village wherein grown women dress up like their inner witches and dance around to Shania Twain. It was disturbing. (The Wicked Witch of the West was out--cackling, even--and dressed in full greenface glory. Freaky, even for Mel.)
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