What’s going on here is that my childhood fantasy is melding with my childhood nightmare. I knew that one of these days, someone, somewhere would seize upon my old obsession with crystal chandeliers than hung in the otherwise drab living rooms of the great aunts, and explode my brain with it. And that I would love every second.
Courtesy of the equally spectacular members of ONTD.
Natalia A. 
I like her… which is weird. Of all of them she seems to have the best sense of humour. But she’s still no Peaches.