shiny sparkly glimmering shimmering

This afternoon I had to physically remove myself from the corner thrift store before I caved into the fantasy that all my wardrobe has ever needed or wanted or dreamed about is a brilliant violet pailletted Oleg Cassini mini-dress. Huge. Purple. Sequins. With shoulder pads. Most likely pulled from the "Dynasty" archives.

What is it about shiny shiny shiny that is so completely irresistible?
In our fashion hearts, maybe we're really just like the barracudas. And the Joan Collins.
(... or are they one and the same?)

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