Avant-Garde Wardrobe

A grand marquee mirror practically demanded my red-carpet debut! I trotted right into the pastel self-photo studio and scrambled up onto the prop counter. Resting in a shallow wire basket was the holy grail of vintage glamour—a pair of oversized crimson heart sunglasses. Naturally, a star must accessorize. I hoisted the chunky plastic frames with both arms and heaved them toward my brow. Then—clatter! The giant rims slid right down my forehead, hooking crookedly around my bow tie like an avant-garde collar. Panic? Never! I gave the mirror an unflinching wink, thrust one hand on my hip, and struck a dazzling high-fashion pose beneath the bulbs. Flawless execution!