Finding My Inner Miss Marple
I just finished reading twelve new Miss Marple stories, not written by Christie herself. And I think I’ve found my inner Miss Marple.
I just finished reading twelve new Miss Marple stories, not written by Christie herself. And I think I’ve found my inner Miss Marple.
High Heels in the Wilderness readers have spoken. Here are their hair stories. Their tales of emerging shades of grey. Or white. Or whatever.
My meatier posts have been postponed due to illness my friends. So here’s a little rambling reminiscing about salt water gargling.