From Powells.com
We stood as one in the ballroom, each of us with one hand caressing a
flute of champagne and the other guiding a book aloft. It was a strange
party, so silent and yet so absorbing. Then, at the stroke of midnight,
the chandelier descended from the ceiling and a flock of blackbirds took
to the air with a great beating of wings. None of us knew what any of it
meant, but we admired its elegance... much as you'll admire the elegance
of this long-style, 100% pima cotton Powell's Chandelier women's T.
Because the finest things in life are esoteric.