The Masquerade
As a little girl, I used to parade around the living room in my mother’s ball gown. The crinoline scratched my shins, but I’ll never forget the feeling of dressing up to be someone I was not. It was fun when I was five. Playing […]
As a little girl, I used to parade around the living room in my mother’s ball gown. The crinoline scratched my shins, but I’ll never forget the feeling of dressing up to be someone I was not. It was fun when I was five. Playing […]