Kiddo comes around the corner in the party store with these glasses on. FAB-U-LOUS. He had already been wearing a bit of bling in the form of a pink heart-shaped faux-gem adjustable (ooh!) ring from the GayRVA party, and the frames really made the look complete.
I adore party stores. Adore. Uh-Door. I walk in there and first of all, I'm all "ooh! the shopping carts are four different colors!" Ok, I actually didn't notice that until I was walking out, but I DID notice the gorgeous paper parasols, actual parasol-size, and gave serious consideration to hanging them from the studio ceiling. But then I had to move on to Mardis Gras beads and sequined caps and tiny rubber lizards and oh so many feather boas. Can I have a boa, please?
Reese was in a similar bliss, floating along with me on a current of party-planning mania, bobbing along in a sea of glitter and plastic doodads. Wands with twirling LED lights. Faux coconut cups with straws. Tiny packages of Smarties. And sunglasses in as many ridiculous shapes as you could ever wish to find.
I think I picked a pinata just so that I would have an excuse to fill it. Reese picked "the one with the toilet paper hanging down". If that isn't fabulous, I don't know what is.