Time to play dress up. A new year. Big occasions—Gasparilla’s Pirate Invasion, Mardi Gras, and Valentine’s—of celebration and love. Each year at this time, I open my magical treasure chest, excited to see what the box wishes me to become.
Pearls, yards of pearls. Will I be a flapper, an independent woman, pursuing new goals? That pink bottle invites me—I’ll be a fairy, wearing the vintage perfume, its intoxicating scent capable of spreading happiness to those I meet. But, dripping with every magical trinket the chest offers, an eccentric blend of my own will, I could transform and reinvent myself with the change of the wind. I want to be them all, but must decide soon…Gasparilla is next Saturday.
Don’t forget your beads.