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.
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