I see this dress in the window at H&M and I stop dead in my tracks. Immediately my imagination starts soaring to the amazing adventures that I could potentially have in this get up. Champagne dangling out of hand, prince charming somewhere at the top of a
majestic staircase, maybe a ball could be involved.

And I can't help but believe the reason this is where my mind goes is because I played with products like this when I was a kid:

Even a flashlight can be a fanciful corruption.
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