|On my way up, in my American Duchess "Colette" boots.|
|All gussied up in epaulets and orders.|
|The picture is slightly out of focus, I leave you to your own conclusions.|
|My dear friend Todi happily joined us. She always makes it more fun.|
|How far would you trust them?|
And the rest-
People are always giving me things. It's a generous if random impulse, it can be an attic full of turn-of-the-century clothing and mementos (I still have a box full of WWI postcards) which delighted my treasure hunting heart. Or the occasional discarded, unloved and unwanted wedding dress. (I don't want to know the backstory.) I accept them, they way you do when your dog brings you something she caught. "You like it, don't you?" I do.
I was given a giant bright blight a week ago. The thing was huge and needed to be carved up and rendered down. like this-
"Marry in polyester, repent in linen".
Ever Your Thimble Servant,