|Your mission is to be fabulous.|
|Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!|
Our Experimental Subject is about to be sent to live with my mother, who recently bought a Teresa, and another Teresa, and a Raquelle, and I felt it my duty to contribute to the burgeoning civilization.
She's now officially from Moscow, which is why she's dressed for clubbing.
This was not quite the original plan, which involved a brown-and-aqua dress with matching coat, which my sewing machine more-or-less gnawed into a ball of thread. The sewing machine and I were not on good terms for a day or two there. Once I recognized the Experimental Subject's innate need to wear silver lamé and a woolly hat, everything went much better.