Dress: J. Crew Factory, Shirt: H&M, Shoes: Michael Kors,
Jewelry: F21, Michael Kors, J. Crew
I was a Harry Potter fanatic growing up. I don't just mean I liked the storyline... it was serious. I had read the first two books by the end of the second grade. I had a Harry Potter bedspread. I had framed posters, a calendar, and even a Harry Potter themed christmas tree.Yes, my room was magical. I was Hermione for halloween in the 3rd grade. I owned and mastered the Harry Potter Trivial Pursuit. I cried – no bawled when Dumbledore died. I was fully invested to say the least. I anxiously awaited my letter to Hogwarts on my 11th birthday. I certainly was sad when it didn't come, but there's still hope for my kids right? I mean look at Hermione.
I used to imagine the sorting hat on my head, hoping for Gryffindor, dreading Slytherin. Yet, last night in the depths of late night delirium, it seems I found my inner fantasy character. I am horrified (yet slightly impressed at the resemblance) to reveal myself as a dementor. Take a look folks.
Scary, I know. Let's hope my kids have better luck under the sorting hat. I'll take muggle over dementor any day. I know I may be demanding, but hopefully my smooches don't suck Andy's soul.