Wonderland is calling...
Can you hear it?
It's a soft buzz.
A heart fuzz.
Like, angels and puppies.
And dreams, and yellow petals, and...
Anything you want it to be.
Anything at all.
But first, we must have a dress rehearsal of sorts.
Choosing bits and baubles...
A little gardenia scent for luck?
What luck, pray tell?
Oh, yes, you must mean good luck making my way down the rabbit hole?
Oh then, of course, I wish you luck as well ;)
Too much sun on skin, swollen little garden and hammer working hands, eagerly look forward to the maddest of all days in the year.
With jewels and hats, and tea and crumpets, and you, and me.
I am predictable.
I choose my favorite things all the time.
Tattered earrings I wear over the years.
Day to day.
Down time's path...
But the frock, the frock is important.
What do you look for in a mad tea party frock?
I look for fluff, and ruffle and lace, and puff.
Not something we might say often ;)
But first, I must send out memos.
Don't forget, Saturday, right here.
You have a hair of time to sign up if you wish ;)
I will add your name to the list straight away!
Whilst mixing up rose tea...
And determining which shoes will lead me...
Floating through flamingo song...
Glowing from sparkled sips...
Swooning at RSVP pics...
Getting my transportation in check....
And closing my eyes, while I drop...
Down...
Down...
Down the rabbit hole, through the garden, and into Wonderland...
I am sooooo excited!
I am, I am!
Butterfly excited!!
Are you?
See you soooooooooooooooon!
See you there!
(Or here, if you will)
Love, V
