Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

“You can’t make a braid, if you don’t move your thread” Godfrey sung with a powerful baritone.
“And you can’t make a cut, if…” sniggered Finnley, still all wet from her trip to the grocery store under the debbie downpour.

“Oh hold that thought!” Elizabeth raised her finger, “there’s a gem hemmed there.”

She turned to Finnley “and get yourself a towel darling, you’re making the floor all slippery.”