Harley: (fake crying ended) Wait a minute, now I'm getting off the subject.  I created most of the designs and I do the leg work.  I cut out the fashions, sew them , do alterations and fittings.

Here is her sewing machine.  Who sews with these things anymore?  HeeHee!

Harley: I just ignore the hired help you see.  

Huh!  Kathy, after that remark I wouldn't think of offering an apology.  I didn't borrow those beads.  I took them.  You had too many beads and were supposed to be resting anyhow.  

Doing the happy dance in a chair, shaking your booty and all of that type of stuff.  Hmph!  I never...  Well, maybe I have, but that's neither here nor there.  

Hey I like my sewing machine. It is not the outside package that counts, it's what's inside.  It only appears to be antique.  But don't tell Veronica. We might confuse her and that will open up a whole new can of worms.  Ha!  

Speaking of booty. I'd better get mine back to work before Dolla finds me.