I'm kidnapping Katy's blog MWHAHAHAHAAA

Hey you guys! It's Christie.
Katy just called me this morning with the lame ass excuse that her internet wasn't working (lol).
So she told me to come post on her blog with the theme for this week's SPF.

This week's theme is your oldest peice of clothing you own. When you got it, why, how, etc. And if you don't fit into anymore then just hold it up to you (seeing as how the title of our game SELF PORTRAIT Friday, hehe).

So there you have it. Hopefully Katy will be back soon. Until then, Happy SPF!

Okay, I can now get on.
I will have links and photos up shortly. Sorry!!!!

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