All that glitters...

I'm young. Quite frankly, I'm young and quirky which gives me great pleasure in the possibility of Strangeness That Is Surely To Come. I totally want to be that out-there (y'know, somewhere waaaaay over there) woman who answers to "Aunt Super" by any and all children I may meet along the way.
In my wake, I want to leave smiles on the faces of children and a buzz in the heads of adults. I want to be sparkly and bright and carry a rhinestone covered flask.
I want friends to count on me for laughs, sincerity, honesty and The Bold Truth which should lead to laughs, of course.
I want a big, curly, pink wig that defies gravity, but my real hair underneath should be super-funky, too. I want to be comfortable with My Self and My Body and I want to impart that upon all those around me.
I want to wear a giant tiara upon my pink wig.
I want to wear cocktail dresses with my pink wig and tiara, and the same wig and tiara will look simply divine with my dungarees and gardening apron. I may or may not garden, but I will definitely sip martinis on a chaise in my well-manicured back yard complete with twinkly lights and azaleas.
When people drop by for an unexpected visit, I want them to stay for dinner and linger over spiked coffee.
I want people to visit and stay awhile. And until I have a guest room, my aerobed will have to do. Just know, I made it up with love and if you're 'not sleeping on the damn floor, air mattress of not', I'll help you find a hotel.
I just hope my sparkly night-clothes and pink wig (of course I'll sleep in it!) don't blind you when I bring you a cup of coffee in the morning.