Gracing The King
I was so busy eating fried banana-and-peanut-butter sandwiches and chair-dancing in honor of Elvis’ (and David Bowie’s) birthday yesterday, I forgot to post these photos I’ve been holding for nearly a year. I visited one of my favorite buddies in Roanoke last March, and he took me on a tour of the town's cultural sites. The most brilliant was the miniature Graceland:
For a girl who loves her Elvis and misses her Barbies, this slice of heaven was absolutely divine. Sadly, I didn’t get close-ups so you could see the Barbie swimming pool or the lights in the performance arena (yes, there’s a performance arena!). It's the greatest dollhouse of all time.
Talk about your Mystery Train.
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