It's Saturday night and hey, I'm not going to lie to you.
I'm staying in.
My body is home but my feet are dancing.
Beads and feathers are flying around the room.
In my mind, I'm somewhere no one has ever been before.
It's every gig I've been to.
Every music festival I've danced at without a care.
It's every movie I've fallen into.
Every flower I've smelled.
The loved ones I've hugged too long.
Every book I've drowned in.
Feathers. Beads. Sparkle. Sequins. Blackened eyes.
Check back in an hour and I'll be somewhere else.
1950s sequin and bead top, granny beads, white handbag, hair flower, bangles - thrifted
Feather skirt - Glitters for Dinner
Shoes, pink cameo ring - markets
Pink star necklace - from beautiful Krista
FREEKY necklace - custom made by Phussy
Tights - Sock Dreams
Tapestry bag and earrings - Dandelion Vintage sale