El Sombreron

Closing the door to her room, she let out a big unsightly yawn, arms over her head. She was tired, but the day had been a happy one and the joy and carried to even now. Letting out a small giggle to herself, she caught herself in the mirror and twirled around in a girlish fashion. Her dainty white night gown billowed, fluttering violently. Her long, waist-length hair fanned out and floated gently back over her shoulders when she finally stopped spinning and flopped onto her equally frilly bed.

Ahoy

Hey girls, I finally made the blog after...oh, a year now? And it's totally creepy how I have the same exact antique phone at home o_O;