This could quite possibly be my new favorite outfit – a modified birthday suit of soap bubbles – as transitory as it is tingly. I was considering wearing it to the Beaujolais Nouveau Wine Festival, but it didn’t pass the hug test (I usually end up hugging a lot of people that night, and it just wouldn’t stay on). It also doesn’t travel well – it barely lasted for the duration of these photos. Still, it tugs at my heart, recalling childhood flights of fancy , of ephemeral innocence, of fantastical fairy garb.
