OK. Now I will be well-armored for life in my new CAbi clothing. I will be able to twist, bend, and torque – and look good while doing it.
I knew I was a dedicated CAbi girl. I like going to my friend, Sandy’s home, dining on salad between slurps of wine. I have long realized that my CAbi girlfriends tell the truth about clothing and what looks good and what not.
Even the clothing labels speak well of the culture.
I am a CAbi Girl. I have a fun insouciant life. Sans thick haïr and tan, I model a different style, but I am making it.
I am wonderful, wise, and worthy as well.