A Whirlwind of Prisms

Sashaying down the porch steps, I found the ultimate co-star planted straight into the damp earth—a dazzling, holographic foil pinwheel whirling in lazy circles! Well, darling, a star cannot let a prop turn without proper stage direction. Arching my springy neck with dramatic panache, I leaned forward and gave the slender plastic wand a crisp, theatrical thwack with the brim of my hat. The stem bowed, snapping back with a zesty shudder, and those metallic petals whipped into a blazing, iridescent blur! Multicolored sparks rained across the dark soil, bathing my sparkling collar in a dizzying shower of violet and lime green. Pure theatrical magic, darling!