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I think I was a bit too keen to jump into layers and stockings and cute skirts with the change in weather, because I had definitely forgotten how very ANNOYING such an outfit can be. I spent the whole day pulling the skirt down, and the stockings up.
I think there will definitely be LESS tights this autumn . . .
"In that direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that
direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be", said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
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