A Mirrored Morning Windmill

Waking up beside the cool glass pane, my baby doll and I discovered an absolute treasure trove left on the sill: an intact brass paper brad and a scalloped plastic price tag! Fashion calls for kinetic grandeur, darling! With swift theatrical flair, I pinned the pierced tag squarely onto the brass stem, anchoring the prongs firmly into a tiny wedge of white putty right beneath our purple cupola. As a brisk morning draft slipped through the sash, the tag began to spin with dizzying elegance, flashing like an iridescent miniature windmill! Holding my tiny star on my hip, we tilted our heads to the rhythmic whir—sheer morning celebration!