You light up my life! Thank you for being your glitzy, extravagant, crystal-drop self.
Is it weird that I adore you so? I have a secret (oops!) collection of photos of you from all over the world – London, Paris, New York, Ho Chi Minh, Reservoir - an array of champagne stalactites, all dangling their fizz, all squinting and glinting.
I can’t explain why I’m so drawn to you. You're like a parading princess in her tiered gown. You beckon to me, and I can't help but stare. You always answer with an elegant wink.
I do so love your grandeur and your sniff of royalty but I actually think you belong everywhere, not just in ballrooms and Aston Martin show rooms and regal no-go rooms. You should hang with me, get dusty in the stables, replace fluoros in the office, swing from my rear vision mirror. Why not?
Oh how I love thee!
It's a thing I've got
I don't own a chandelier
but I drool at them alot
Shakespeare & Co Bookshop, Paris
Victor Hugo's House, Paris
Versailles, Paris
jojobee
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