This saturday night i will be attending a masquerade. All that is on my mind are full petticoats, chandlers and paris. Some how it will all come together into a black-tie worthy ensemble, or so i'm hoping. Tomorrow i will be stopping by at michael's craft store, which means i will be strolling up and down the isles for about two hours gorging my brain full of mask ideas, then fun little crafts, then redecorating ideas, then sewing ideas. I need to go with an itinerary. Craft stores are a perfect sparkly, silk-flowery, beaded heaven of a black hole.