November 5, 2009
I know it’s kind of early (or is it?) but I just received an invite to a New Years Eve party.  And get this - it’s a masquerade party.  Pretty much every other New Years idea I had in my mind got blown away with one little word: masquerade. I’ve never been to one, but masquerade parties seem so magical, so regal.  It’s like stepping into a time machine to Romeo + Juliet.  I may or may not have just spent the last 30 minutes researching Venetian Mask ideas.  I can’t rationalize spending so much money on a mask, but I still think this one is dripping with gorgeousness.

I know it’s kind of early (or is it?) but I just received an invite to a New Years Eve party.  And get this - it’s a masquerade party.  Pretty much every other New Years idea I had in my mind got blown away with one little word: masquerade.

I’ve never been to one, but masquerade parties seem so magical, so regal.  It’s like stepping into a time machine to Romeo + Juliet. 

I may or may not have just spent the last 30 minutes researching Venetian Mask ideas.  I can’t rationalize spending so much money on a mask, but I still think this one is dripping with gorgeousness.