Bling a Ling Cling

Don’t pretend it doesn’t happen to you, because it does and it has--that moment when static cling pastes your skirt to your booty or your hair to your forehead.  It happens. 

And there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.  Embrace the Cling.

A gaudy group of us got the chance to embrace it New Year’s Eve when, for the second annual Bling-a-Ling party, we discovered that Bling clings. 

 

Mrs. Bling-a-Licious 2009

brought her clinging baubles with her while

Mr. Bling-a-Licious  collected his throughout the electric evening.

Bling wasn’t the only thing clinging, however.

  There were crazy couples clinging to each other

confetti and balloons clinging to the floors and ceiling,

and partiers clinging desperately to 2009.

There were other clinging problems,

    

but luckily, at midnight, the bling came off (my hair quieted down) and 2010 is now officially clinging to us.

Happy 2010!!

And may your bling always cling.