Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories. (And talking about herself in third person)
Anne of Green Gables hair scare
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
When I woke up this morning I looked in the mirror to find I had a perfect Anne of Green Gables hairdo (I got a bit of a fright, but now I'm in my thirties a scare does wonders to wake me up.) I think I'm going to take a leaf out of my neighbour's book and get a cat and call it Gilbert Blythe.
This blog is blathered by a 30-something constant bridesmaid sometimes known as: Cleo Twyford Who trips over a lot in: Melbourne, Victoria, AU
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Confession 2: I have an inner Evil Bridesmaid Confession 3: I have mastered fridge-grazing as a meal option Confession 4: There is a committee in my head and sometimes they are loud. Yes, okay you can shut up now. I said shut up. Sorry about that. See my complete profile
