toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore…

You’ve waited all week, as have I, so here it is…

my homecoming attire!

let’s get up, close, and personal…

and we need not forget the shoes…

It wasn’t too long ago that I was parading around in these little slippers, claiming Dorothy was my name.

As of now, perhaps I’m still clicking my heels chanting “there’s no place like home..”, but I seem to be doing it in a much more grown up way…

It was a fun evening, the dance was a little on the lame side, but the before and after parts made up for it.  In case you were wondering, the shoes were by far the comfiest pumps I’ve ever worn.  I went with a group of beautiful girls, no boys allowed.  We went to Kobe before the dance and back to my friend’s house for a sleepover after.  Late nights call for one thing – a tired girl the next day!  I’ll be hitting the hay pretty early tonight, considering my, give or take, five hour sleep. 

I’m off…

Enjoy your finally-not-rainy Sunday!