I want to stuff it.

I once saw this Sixty Minutes segment on a national taxidermy convention where they handed out prizes for "Best in Show". They rated the stuffed animals on posture, facial expression, and hair quality; all the things that really matter.

I want to run down the street in it.

I want to twirl in it.

Two Dior dresses for two very different day(or night)dreams. A dark train rustling behind me as I run barefoot down a cobbled street at twilight in some glowing European city. A light, sparkle sprinkled confection of a dress built for twirling. A girl can dream...

I want to drum it.

She's like snow white with rhythm (and cleavage to spare). The red nails are my favorite part.

I want to wear it, damn it!

I want to wear it, damn it! Combing the streets, interwebs, and collective unconscious for fashionable objects of desire. Things I love, stuff I want, pretty pictures. A taste of things to come...

I want to be it.

*Isabella's mind blowing style. (rest in peace)

I want to funk it.

*Badass.

I want to ride a white horse.

*Princess Charming, Jean Paul style.

I want to slip those on.

*Madame Dietrich's perfect shoes.

I want to kiss it.

*Messy lips.