I have a confession to make.

I didn't buy you anything for Christmas.

It's not that I wasn't thinking of you. I just spent all my money on my niece's gifts couldn't find the Perfect Present, the one gift in all the land that would show just how much I care.

Fortunately, though, I had prepared for just such an emergency. In lieu of a tangible gift, I offer my best wishes for the new year ... and this:

Does this look say that I'm about three seconds away from having a dance war with my pimp? Because I think that's what I was going for; nothing says, "I will cut you," like a knee-length fuchsia satin blouse over black stirrup pants, and that Mickey Mouse watch is DEADLY.

My only regret is that I didn't crimp my hair.

For extra consolation--and because my sister Joon is going to LOVE IT--I give you this:

I know what you're thinking:

"Wow, that is HOTT."

I know.

And ... you're welcome.

1 comment:

Shannon said...

Ah, fun Kodak moments in front of the homemade canopy bed. And Eiffel Tower hair. We WERE HOTTTTT.


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