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Snow. Yes. Snow.

The forecast says tomorrow morning will bring snow. And me, without my Subaru.

But that's not your problem. Maybe your problem is that you don;t know what to wear tomorrow. Maybe you think you need some new clothes. Maybe you want a modest swimsuit.

Oh, have I got an answer for you, and it just happens to be the longest URL I've ever seen:

http://www.modestapparelchristianclothinglydiaofpurpledressescustomsewing.com

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Ah yes. Modestwear. It hides a multitude of sins. If you go to the Duggar Family website, in addition to the recipe for Tater Tot Casserole (Jim Bob's Favorite!!), there are links to a couple other purveyors of modest wear. Because, apparently, there's a market for it.

Ah yes. Modestwear. It hides a multitude of sins. If you go to the Duggar Family website, in addition to the recipe for Tater Tot Casserole (Jim Bob's Favorite!!), there are links to a couple other purveyors of modest wear. Because, apparently, there's a market for it.

Mmmm. Tater tot casserole. Almost as good as Cheese N' Termater Pie, right, B? Next time you come home, I'll bake you one. We'll eat it while clad in Immodest Wear (hookertastic!).
No snow here. Just the kind of crisp fall weather that makes you glad, for about five minutes every year, to live in Florida.

well, I disappointed they don't sell patterns...ha ha

well, I'm disappointed they don't sell patterns...ha ha

*That's* how you dress to please God? Darn it! All this time I thought God wanted me to wear 4" Louboutins and a sparkly cocktail dress. Guess not.

BB,

How do you FIND these things???

Um, I don't get it? Doesn't everyone wear knee length swim dresses? On little house in the praire?

I, too, was wondering how in the world you wandered on to that gem. What sort of google searches *do* you do?

Reminds me of my Aunt Rose, now gone to her reward. She wore an even more modest swimsuit to Pensacola Beach about 1948. People walked miles down the beach to gawk at her. My mother was mortified. Aunty would have attracted less attention in a bikini—even in 1948!

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