In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

Mid-March can purr.
Mostly it roars, don't count on the fickle feline to give you fine days. She giveth and taketh away.
Buffeting your fine silk and new shoes, making you put a coat over it (nerve).
Then you find just the thing, waiting for you all along...... Roses!

She followed me home, and I kept her.

 Spring is coming when flowered hats fall into your hands unbidden. Then all you can think of is chiffon and the kind of mid-30's frocks and hats that go with champagne and French 75s. Swell strappy shoes with or without peep toes.

Dame Fashion proclaims that Spring is made for saucy hats that peep.

 In fairness I have to admit I live in a particularly benign climate. Not Narnia, not Narnia at all.
Enough with the Winter wonderland, if four adorable English school children come to your door, don't answer it.

My friend's backdoor in upstate New York. 1886location.com. Chantal, I grant you a Pimm's Cup.

I know "Some nerve!" also "Well, I never!"

Story with a moral-
When my mother was a girl she was sick with an anemia that would keep her in bed for weeks. Because it was the olden days and you could have your shoes made to order, her father would have them made for her. She would lie in bed with them on her feet and admire.
If you are snowy or icy or wet, wear those new shoes. If not outside, then in and wait for the lamby days.

My new American Duchess Tissots

Ever Your Thimble Servant,
Miss Brilliantine