Thursday, February 08, 2007
not to mention a coach made from a pumpkin
I don't know about you, but I associate ballgowns with amiable woodland creatures. Now the ball is tomorrow, and I have a ballgown, bronze beaded slippers, a glittery wrap, a hair appointment, and princes and princesses by the dozen. But so far no woodland creatures have arrived with succor. I only require a sparrow or two, perhaps a chipmunk, a friendly badger?
All the ball preparations have left my bedroom & bath in shambles--discarded shawls, sparkly hosiery and velvet heels litter the floor. Sigh. The woodland creatures would whip the place into shape in no time, while I'd sing and admire myself in the mirror.