That person is Miss Kendra.
Miss Kendra, the divine.
Miss Kendra, the fabulous.
Miss Kendra, the regally elegant, sublimely beautiful, superbly talented.
Miss Kendra made me an apron:
At least, that's what we mere mortals know it as. The supernatural being of Miss Kendra speaks goddess-talk, so I'm not sure what she calls it on Mt. Olympus. And this apron taught me to look to my heart. And on my heart-region, I found cupcakes.
Beautiful, detachable, vintage bugle-beaded cupcakes with little red pompom cherries on top. Could any message be clearer than that?
I have changed my icon, because this apron has changed my life.
I love Miss Kendra. Forever.
