I was sipping a cortado at a birthday soiree for dear Peg (yes, that
Peg o' my heart), when this striking person arrived. At first, I thought she might be the entertainment. Then, I supposed this to be her regular look. Finally, I was set straight: The darling woman had been painting faces at the
Trinity Bazaar and donned this costume for the occasion. She looks wonderful, no? I especially liked the tiny hat perched atop that mountain of curls. And the colours, in this combination, practically vibrate--making the caffeine in my coffee seem rather weak by comparison.
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