Tuesday, December 3

Uh. Monday. I'm thinking plastic ballerina, yeah.

                              This plethora of pins I've amassed over the decades. Observe Heinz pickle pin, has to be 45 years old. Little piano, couple of bar pins, violin and a girl scout one. Hey, I had to buy my way in! Dig it!

Plastic is as plastic does in the gem of a petroleum based extravaganza!

My precious little metallic gold tulle skirt. Priceless.

And those infernal, hideous, go-go boots. Wheeeeeeeeee!