Like a shadow, some things lurk. And much as the weekend, mutually quiet and eventful… nothing and everything makes sense when draped in funky sugarplum fairies and twinkling lights. Not our best-laid plan, we being the blithe adventuresses of the family, joined ranks with all those holiday cheermeisters and staunchly faced a teeming shopping blitz. Inextricably, the scheming afternoon wrath of cart pushers, window peekers, road ragers, and zany bargain seekers, was one such lurking moment.
A harmonic hysteria of present-persuasion and shopping grandeur, I muddled through an amusing/frightening mirage, loving the extreme pandemonium… no matter how catawampus it all appeared. But like some freakish optical illusion climaxing a jolly North Pole sequel, its inevitable dusk till dawn tradition leaves me feeble-minded.
So, while hunting holiday gifts and embracing yuletide paradise, I couldn’t help wondering… are we gluttons for punishment or just eager to come out and play.
Who knows, but we had one hellofa time with the camera love child...
I'm taking a moment to send cyberhugs to The Seeker, for granting me with not one, but two blog awards... and Twiggy Mod for tagging me, which means I better get crackin' on the questions! Such dolls, thank you both for thoughtfully thinking of me... I'm such a lucky girl.
Bangles, blazer, and shades, vintage. Snake, gifted. Heels, Jeffrey Campbell. Satin dress, Chelsea Flower. T, Mossimo. Tank, Luxe.