Prom Time Dreams (or: Coping Mechanisms, Sequins Edition)

It’s been a rough few days.

If you’ve glanced at the news, doom-scrolled for three minutes, or accidentally made eye contact with a headline, you already know. The world feels… sporty. In the way a house fire is “warm.”

So naturally, Harmony and I responded the only reasonable way: big hair, sequins, dramatic lighting, and absolutely no emotional restraint.

This image is what happens when two grown adults with professional credentials decide that glamour is a perfectly valid coping strategy. Call it Prom Time Dreams. Call it unserious behavior in serious times. Call it deeply necessary. Yes…A.I. helped.

We are not ignoring reality. We’re simply refusing to let it flatten our sense of play, beauty, and personal ridiculousness. Darkness thrives on sameness, silence, and smallness. Sparkle does not.

If the world insists on being chaotic, we will be over here looking fabulous, making art, and manufacturing a little joy out of spite.

Highly recommended.