Claire I was, perky-perched all parrot-plumey on my peppermint porch, fresh and kale-crispy from a salady cucumber & ginseng facial peelie-dealie, all like-a-mama-fox-preggers kitted up in a Bo-Diddley-dacious en-samba-semble hand-stitcherooed and festerooned by my own dandy-dancing digits. Claire hates like […]