She applied slow pressure with caution, pushing down, squeezing... likely too hard. She was going to break a nail like that, and what a shame, the half-moon manicure took her an hour to perfect with that traitorous blood red, outrageously priced polish. No time for it though. She held her breath and pop. Cheers sounded all around yet again as they all clamored forward for more. There was a slight chirp of glass meeting glass. Tilting, tilting... no it should be more exuberant, reckless; that was the feeling of the evening's celebration. With one whoosh thousands of tiny bubbles started swirling towards the rim of the glass, up over, arching and spilling out over the side before the majority made their way back into the center. Light shone into the golden depths as all the happy little bubbles danced with the rhythm of the jazz band wailing loudly just beyond the gloom of the lights. With one sip of champaign, she let out a long held breath. The kind of sigh that seemed pent up for centuries, finally rushing out like the bubbles of the champeign charging up to the surface. It had been a long hard journey to this occasion.
Jewelry and accessories can make or change an outfit. I was gifted these lovely art deco inspired necklaces from Foxy Originals. They made me think of the roaring 20s, and were a perfect fit for this black liquid silk vintage dress.
Photography by me (Laura Okita)
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