I generally loooove shiny things. Like a magpie, I find them distracting and eminently collectible. Which means I should be all over this disco ball of a dress like peanut butter on jelly. And yet….
I just don’t know. She’s lovely, as a general rule, and I have the urge to go up to her (on, like, the astral plane or whatever because it’s not like I can go back in time and position myself at this party and grab her) and see what the skirt feels like, because it’s texturally interesting. At the same time, it’s a little Dynasty On Ice. Which would actually be awesome. You know. On ice.