Outside the sun is shining, and the peek-a-boo game he & I are playing through the snow white sheers, only slightly visible with the
aubergine drapes mostly closed, is turning my mucky pointe shoes a glowing shade of heliotrope. The holiday tree and decorations are still up, and the warm glow of the twinkle lights calls me to cuddle up tightly with Gypsy and Edward Cayce on a 1950's club chair and oversized tufted ottoman.
Alas, an energy beyond my control has swept through my interstitials and screamed at the tissues to moooove!
A dressing crisis is in the air, I feel it rising from the satin sway of a Ted Baker London high-waisted bubble skirt. I'll keep you posted as to what hubbub transpires.
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