I dream of eruption.
Inspired by the magic that exists in the form of Kirsty Mitchell.
This was sort of frustrating. I originally spent an hour taping/tying/welding all of these flowers into a sleeve on my arm, and after all that, it turned out looking really crappy in photograph-form, so I settled for a hydrangea-throne instead, though you can hardly tell that the arms and back are all decked-out.
Also, who knew smoke bombs continuously shot out burning little sparks? Certainly not my feet!