While I posted these images on my other blog, circumstance has created a slight negligence as I realize I’ve been delinquent with my posts… but I wanted to shed a little spotlight on the alpha dog of my wardrobe. Fulfilling all my Carrie Bradshaw fashion fantasies, the tulle conception seemed a sublime manifesto as animate as any fairy tale turned true-to-life moment.  While it may have taken 12 gruesome hours, numerous sewing machine slanders, and a little 3am delirium to conquer, the finality was more than even I could have imagined… and honey let’s be honest, that sea is wide indeed. 

But several cartwheels later and a standing ovation worthy of any red carpet, I couldn’t help but to parade about like some schoolgirl gone naughty.  And despite all the blatant onlooker stares and unpleasantly cold ambiance, my Sex and the City Ballerocker turned out even better and even bigger than Mr. Big.

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