Silvery glass shoes tarnished and cracked as soon as the clock chimed eleven. The gossamer gown seams started to rip apart. The delicate headpiece turned to string and the beautifully coiffed hair turned dirty and brown. The coach of course just now a gourd and the coachmen all scattered. It seemed the fairy godmother had developed a wobble.
The Bag Lady 
And that spells trouble. 🙂
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Oh yes☺️
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Such a clever take on the story 🙌
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Thank you
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Subtle & wobblicious!
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I like that word 😃
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Even fairy godmothers have wobbles 😀
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Tut tut….. the magic gone awry
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