A friend and I were recently discussing whimsies. She differentiated between whimsies and gizmos by stating that whimsies were pretty whereas gizmos were merely useful. She and I decided our husbands were Gizmos and she and I were (pretty) Whimsies.
Along comes the weekend with my daughter and 12-year-old grandson. We were uptown and got separated from each other. My daughter asked DGS if he could see me anywhere. "Sure!" he replied. And making mention of my white hair, he added this, "She has sparkly hair!"
That's me! A Sparkly Whimsy!