The Sparkle Still Fits

Well…

found the dress buried in the back of the closet.

Sequins still holding their sparkle.

Dug the shoes out of a box

like they’ve been waiting for a reason.

Discovered a fake fur

that weighs approximately as much as my emotional history.

Headpiece?

Exactly where I left it

over three years ago.

Which is… weird.

Attempted the hair.

There’s a reason I didn’t go to cosmetology school.

Let’s just say it involved

bobby pins,

a brief moment of overconfidence,

and a strategic pivot.

Changed jewelry twelve times.

Argued with myself.

Lost.

Broke out the diamond studs

because nothing else was right.

And honestly?

I think I nailed the makeup.

Lipstick on.

Chin up.

Fur fluffed.

Sparkle reactivated.

Here we go.

I’m going to a party.

Side note —

My legs could use a tan.