Has there ever been anything girlier than this phone case? I expect it to smell like the bags of musty potpourri my aunt used to give me for Christmas that had been sitting in her smoky house, sucking up the smells of her chain smoking.
Magic and fairytales and princesses never really get old. I mean really, if some matronly, supernatural fairy woman offered you a castle and a painless facelift and a really nice car and Ewan McGregor, would you say no? I didn't think so.