When I was a little girl there was really only ever one thing in my parents house that I wanted for my very own. Just one thing.
My Mother always promised it to me and I always dreamed that one day it would be mine.
I guess you would call it an heirloom as it’s not really an antique. It’s probably vintage though. I was so happy when my Mother gifted it to me because it was really the only thing I really wanted from the house that we grew up in.
I wasn’t concerned with china and antiques and things like that. I know it looks like just a ballerina in a glass but you need to see the full version.
Yes friends, it’s a ballerina, in a shot glass, IN a bottle of apricot liqueur! Sweet Lord, is she not majestic? Oddly, it’s the one thing the kid always ask me for as well. The drunk ballerina. The drallarina!
I’m just one big weirdo who likes ballerina’s, liquor bottles and running.
Shine on chickens! Shine on!