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Their faces lit up and they thanked Lindsey "a million times," according to Lindsey. So the mums were a big hit. Aren't these girls beautiful?
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Anonymous said…
We don't do this in Cali, never heard of it before. But that's cute! What a fun thing for the girls. Glad it was a hit :)
September 23, 2007 2:54 PM
~ Tina said…
Also never heard of the "mums" tradition - however Homecoming is definitely a BIG deal here!

These are beautiful and FUN! (with a capital F!) I especially like the addition of the cheetah print sheer ribbon! I bet the shrink art charms were awesome too!

Our Homecoming weekend is 10/5-6, but thankfully, my one and only daughter is still in 8th grade. Whew!
September 25, 2007 9:40 AM
Michele said…
As ususal you did a great job on the mums. I was surprised to find out that a mum was not the flower I expected it to be. I have learned to love the tradition, but not the cost.
September 26, 2007 12:33 AM
Russell and Jillian said…
I loved that tradition in high school! We would use puff paint on the ribbons too (for the name) and my sister found these little silver football charms and things like that. How fun! I still have two of mine from McNeil in my high school box. And I miss those girls! Have Lindsey tell everyone hi from me!
September 26, 2007 10:56 PM
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