Tribute to my ‘Baby, it’s cold outside’ duet partner and mediocre roomie Carly Hamilton.
This actually requires very little explanation because you probably already had realised such an obvious thing. To give a little context, I was just casually decorating some cookies the other day with Hollie and Carly. Now, before the glitter they looked remarkably average. After, you would have mistaken me for a pro. Carly quite succinctly summed it up with this phrase in the elly on the way home. I have never heard truer words.