A few months back Handbag and I traversed a few towns in the south west and made note of some interesting discoveries: Celebrity culture is alive and well in our tidy little regional towns.
At the Rink in Bunbury, we managed to snare and snap the gorgeously stylish Ree Ree and Indi making a hasty exit from the zone-de-skate. We were so greatful she obediently elected not to wear her skates in the carpark...
Delighted as we were by this, we were equally impressed by the spirit of the Balingup Girls in Bridgetown; with Handbag in tow they cut a strinking scene going about their daily business whilst awaiting the Saturday afternoon fantastic gymnastic exodus from the local recreation centre where our little darlings were flinging themselves about in rubbery ways we can only dream about doing nowdays (as our husbands no doubt dream also) as the limbs barely remember such distant leaping recollections from our spritely youth.
On we traveled, my handbag and I to accost more innocent Balingup girls only to plunge them into the Handbag Dreaming series where we all suddenly become superhuman celebrity types who gorgeously dash about importantly from one appointment to the next...or from the General Store to the Bronze Gallery for coffee...
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