Are a secret obsession of mine. Well, not so secret, I guess. I do openly dress like a pageant judge from the late eighties and I firmly believe that sequins can, and do, make anything better. I also love the flagrant superficiality, the hefty emphasis on looks, the gay dads, the bows, the skinny stick leg dance that the little girls do, and the puffy paint sweatshirts.

This is Painted Beauties Part Three from the early nineties. Miraculous. If you have nothing to do today, do this.