Gold Dust Woman

I'm obsessed with Stevie Nicks. She's my spirit animal. That witchy wonderfulness that she evokes. She's a star, burning hard and fast into the ozone, drawing you in, you have no other option but to gaze upon her in delight. He long wild hair blowing ferociously in the wind, when I grow up I want to be her. If you don't you either have a better sense of real life than I do - or you're boring. Either way - here's one of my favorite FWM songs, and the blogs name sake. Femme Poussiere D'or. Because, like Stevie, I'm a gold dust woman.