When you're headed to Wisconsin, and baby, it's cold outside, the only way to survive and look vaguely girlish is to pretend it's 1966, and be Sweater Girl.
And poppets, I'd write more, I really would, because the way The Girls look in a sweater merits a couple more paragraphs. But honestly, I've got a plane to catch in 13 hours, and I haven't figured out how to pack 14 sweaters, 6 pairs of jeans and 4 pairs of shoes into a weekend bag. Oh, stop. You know me well enough to know when I'm making things up.
I'm obviously not making things up.
Much love, poppets. Let's have a stellar weekend, hm?
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