Actually, I THINK that title is kind of a lie, I’m kind of terrified of the egg-girl. I am, in all fairness, amazed by her dress, which is absolutely fabulous. Not everyone can stuff tulle into a styrofoam egg carton, throw some silver glop on it, and call it fashion. AND find a matching umbrella to go with the outfit.
But I’m not sure anymore.
First, the dress…it really looks more like some sort of froofy military ordnance–a glittery explosive device, a globe of charges that, in a heartbeat, will make someone’s life tragically festive. It may be you, or someone you love.
Do not, under any circumstances, touch.
I didn’t fear her PROPERLY until I tried to look into her eyes, to see what she was thinking.
Talking about daring fashion, though–It would take at least two bottles of party juice before I was brave enough to slather myself in paste, see how much glitter sticks, and then paint the town silver. Not going to happen. In the balance, that’s probably a good thing.
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