I am privileged enough to have a typed, hand-signed letter from Ms. Crawford, acknowledging my brother's fascination with "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" It was a singular moment of my life, forever preserved in museum mount.
AtStirred, Straight Up, with a Twist, it helps to remember that it is permanently 1962 (give or take a decade); and that the problems of the real world can be solved with a touch of glamour and a dash of style.
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I am privileged enough to have a typed, hand-signed letter from Ms. Crawford, acknowledging my brother's fascination with "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" It was a singular moment of my life, forever preserved in museum mount.
Whoa! You mean Joan let Alfred put his shoes up on the coach?
cindy or cathy didn't read "portrait" as told and suffered the consequences.
is this a bad time to ask the little girl how she broke her arm...?
oh, dear...
The plastic on the couch! Love it!
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