Stevie Nicks is 63. Huge childhood idol. When I was home alone, I'd tease my hair, take my sister's top hat from her janky-ass magic kit (sorry, Kel) and carefully perch it upon my frizzed-out mane, don my stepmother's shawl and platform wedges (sorry, Deb), then spin around in circles whilst bleating out lyrics from Fleetwood Mac's Rumours. Happy birthday, Stevie, you witchy wonder woman.
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Could this be any more fabulous?!? I think not.