So every year when I was young, I used to obsess over The Nutcracker (I can't remember which version we had but it was NOT the Mikhail Baryshnikov one; I know total blasphemy right?). I think my mom was very smart to lock away the tape for most of the year and only bring it out after Thanksgiving and until New Year. I would put it on everyday and put on my fancy slips and tights and dance and around as though I were Clara falling in love with the nutcracker. I never got tired of it.
I loved my pastel slips, pink and white with a little bow. I wish I could still wear those with tights. Until I can in public without causing a scene this perfect pink dress will have to do:
Perfect for falling in love with a Nutcracker.
(Image from
here)
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