I love the way Ingrid's plaid shirt clashes with the upholstery on my mother's wing-back chair. Lookin' foxy in the mid-1970s...
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2 comments:
I think my mom had a blue one - just like Ingrid's.
Ingrid used to love that outfit, as I recall. It's very firmly wedged in my memory as something I saw a lot of.
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