Laura Winslow, you are my heroine.  You heard the cries of the bippity-boppity-overdosed and dared to dream of something outside of the castle. One part punk, one part whimsy, and one part kindergarten couture, you dreamed up a party that makes wonderland look positively tame.  And for the little girl looking for a party who still loves to dress up, but refuses to wait for her prince to come, you gave us Alice.