Mandy’s eyes scare me sometimes.  They are too many colors and too moody. Sometimes they are the sea after a storm and sometimes misty distant rain. Often they sparkle with the kaleidoscope of a thousand images reflected back at me.  Sometimes I just like to stare at them.
How can she see only what I see with those eyes?

I almost forgot.  I scored some clothes for the Mandolin at DI today.  For $20 we got a pair of jeans,  a pair of shoes,  2 camis and 2 sweaters.  She looks like a million bucks because she is a fashionista and has spectactular taste. Everyone should take her shopping.  She knows what will look good even as it is on the rack.