It's extraordinarily rare that I look into the mirror and think:
It's far more often that I pray: But my mother bought me the absolutely most gorgeous dress in the entire world- it was meant for a fairy queen or some ethereal creation...and it makes me look like I wandered out of some world where the beautiful people belong. It's in honor of Daughter of God's wedding (she's getting married tonight! To The Man With the Colored Coat! I'm so excited I can hardly breathe.)
And I'm tempted to declaim:
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
Anyone know where that's from? If you have to look it up, it does not count.
And let's put it this way...nobody would be ashamed to know me tonight.