#chat: lizzie

[peacock-sylv-blog]

@thatgirl-pearl @lizziemallard

Lizzie and a friend were going to be coming over to get prepared for the event. Originally, the invitation had just extended to the Mallard, whom Sylv was excited to give a makeover-- already her desk was cluttered with beauty supplies; but the other girl’s insistence that she had offered the same to one of her friends meant that there were three stations set up in her loft instead of just the two. The cockatiels were sent off to spend the weekend with their uncle Peter, and the main floor of the apartment was filled with racks of couture. In the midst of it all sat Sylv, nursing a glass of wine and dressed in a robe cinched at the waist, waiting for the first knock at the door.

[cateeblanchett]

Continued from here

What else can I tell you? I am the biggest Wanda’s fan. The biggest and I mean it. I love you so much.

@lizzieolsxn​​

[peacock-sylv-blog]

P U M P K I N   P A T C H;

@lizziemallard

A harvest festival rolling into town meant the beginning of a celebration that Sylv knew little about, but certainly had a fair idea of how to dress for. Years of watching When Harry Met Sally had prepared her for the moment, by the time she heard the funny honk of the Lizzie’s little car, she was already decked out in thick cable knit sweaters and the long plaid of a wool overcoat. A red beret settled down on her dark curls as she swung out the door, blowing a kiss to the trio of birds that chattered away in their cage before she waltzed to the passenger’s side of the vehicle. “Hello angel,” she said brightly, pretending to not be disturbed as she folded herself into the tiny yellow car. “How was your morning?”