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Alhambra Apartments, 860 Geary Street, San Francisco, California. This apartment building was built in 1913 in the Moorish style by native San Francisco architect James Francis Dunn. Born and raised in a working-class, largely Irish, South of Market neighborhood by a widowed mother, Dunn was self-taught as an architect. His buildings can be found all around the city. This apartment building is a beautiful example of some of his best work. The romantic penthouse and dome of the Alhambra are where the legendary Rudolph Valentino reputedly entertained his paramours.
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Body : Slink Physique Male Mesh Body
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Slink/36/123/25
Head : CATWA Head Daniel & Skin Orua Stray Dog Tone 9
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Catwa%20Clip/144/6/23
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Heavens%20Touch/78/181/23
◉ CLOTHING
Jacket : DEADWOOL Oscar Coat
Shirt : DEADWOOL Peak suit (tux)
Pants : DEADWOOL Peak suit (tux)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Fingal/54/147/34
◉ ACCESSOIRES
Glasses : MIRROR - Panther Glasses
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Summer%20Time/186/105/3602
◉ MODEL AND PHOTOGRAPH
Model : SlevinlnResident
Photograph : Kiana paramour
Sponsored by Versus Event
Shape ⭇ Edgewater Design - Shaina Shape for Genus Classic W002
Bindi + Eyebrows + Eyshadow ⭇ . The Rotting Lab . Black Crescent Bindi/Paramour Brows/Crescent Shadows
Dress ⭇ :..C..:CHIXXIE _ Airee Dress_ MINT
Nail Polish ⭇ ::SnowWhite:: Rui
Body ⭇ Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara V5.1
Head ⭇ GENUS Project Baby Face
Skin ⭇ Lefort by Revoul.Charm Genus
Hair ⭇ DOUX - Sins hairstyle
Eyes ⭇ 1. Gloom. - Ulias Gacha - Light Blue. + POHUI Animated sparkle for eyes #BLUE
Piercings ⭇ -SU!- Face Piercing Set 01
Rings ⭇ *elise* - Paola - BENTO Rings
Collar ⭇ {Sakura} Allure Collar - Babygir
{Title quotation - Pam Brown}
At home with my sister-heart,
❤ Gidgette Adagio ❤
Details:
On Cate - Ball-jointed doll avatar by Coco, hair by Analog Dog, Papillon headpiece by Remarkable Oblivion, choker by Pixel Box, Wayfarer Tunic by Poet's Heart, leggings by Maitreya, Paramour boots by Lassitude & Ennui
On Gidge: Ball-jointed doll avatar by Coco, the rest to follow…
Piano garden credits to follow...
◉ BODY
Body : Slink Physique Male Mesh Body
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Slink/36/123/25
Head : CATWA Head Daniel & Skin Orua Stray Dog Tone 9
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Catwa%20Clip/144/6/23
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Heavens%20Touch/78/181/23
◉ CLOTHING
Sweater : AITUI - Royu Top
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/AITUI/102/181/41
Pants : LENOX Journey
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Palau/41/46/24
◉ ACCESSOIRES
Glasses : NEXOR - Prevail Shadez
marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/202321/
Shoes: FLI - Floubitan
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Vistas%20Downtown/158/67/26
◉ MODEL AND PHOTOGRAPH
Model : SlevinlnResident
Photograph : Kiana paramour
New Releases by Hoodlem - 6 New Tattoo's
Now at the mainstore and online marketplace
Create your own style ♥
Links Below - Always cheaper inworld
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Spider-Heart-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Paramour-Tattoo-BOM/...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Masina-Tattoo-BOM/25...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Sione-Tattoo-BOM/250...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Perfect-Rose-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Hope-Hand-Tattoo-BOM...
You are all invited to the Winter Ball at Paramour on December 30th from 7pm-9pm SLT. For more info you can message me inworld!
A special day trip between two paramours who found this bench in the middle of the hiking trail begging to be sat on and have there story shared just between ware they were sitting and the surrounding woods, found in Devils Millhopper, Gainesville Florida 8/13/16
IF YOU HAVENT HEARD THIS GUY YOUR SOOOO MISSING OUT!
Taken at Whispering 'W' Ranch, Whispering Windz (216, 195, 22)
New Releases by Hoodlem - 6 New Tattoo's
Now at the mainstore and online marketplace
Create your own style ♥
Links Below - Always cheaper inworld
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Spider-Heart-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Paramour-Tattoo-BOM/...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Masina-Tattoo-BOM/25...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Sione-Tattoo-BOM/250...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Perfect-Rose-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Hope-Hand-Tattoo-BOM...
Billionaire Oliver Queen uses both his wealth and his unmatched archery skills as the Justice League's battling bowman, Green Arrow.
Although he is commonly thought of by many as just a modern-day Robin Hood, the Green Arrow is so much more than that limited description would lead you to believe. Born to a life of wealth and privilege, Oliver Queen took it all for granted until tragedy struck at sea, leaving him alone on a deserted island. There, Queen had to dig deep to find out if he had the inner fortitude to survive. While stranded on this island, Oliver honed his already formidable archery skills into becoming the greatest archer ever known.
When he finally returned to civilization, he embarked on a career as an urban vigilante, attempting to rid the streets of his hometown of Seattle, and also Star City, from crime and corruption with nothing but a bow and arrow. Viewed as a pampered playboy by the outside world, Green Arrow cares more about the plight of the poor and the suffering in America perhaps more than any other costumed superhero.
Although an imperfect man, prone to make mistakes in his personal life probably more than most other costumed crusaders, the Green Arrow is nevertheless one of the greatest heroes in the entire DC Universe. Whether fighting solo, with his paramour the Black Canary or with his fellow heroes of the Justice League, the Emerald Archer is one hero anyone would be lucky to have at their back.
⚡ Happy 🎯 Heroclix 💫 Friday! 👽
_____________________________
A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Secret Identity: Oliver Queen
Publisher: DC
First appearance: More Fun Comics #73 (November 1941)
Created by: Mort Weisinger (Writer)
George Papp (Artist)
In the Paprihaven story, Green Arrow is currently the Justice League liaison to Queen Alice's Defender team Talon:
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He is most often seen with his love, Black Canary:
~Emily Dickinson~
With my new Lassitude & Ennui Paramour boots, and new L & E Gothic Doll Jacket!
Photo taken @ Enchantment venue
ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘˢˢʸ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ, ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢʰⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ
ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ, ⁱᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶜᵃʳ
ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶜᵗ ʰᵃʳᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ⁱᵗ ᵘᵖ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ?
ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ʷⁱˡˡ
ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ, ᴵ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱˢᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ᴴᵒᵘᵈⁱⁿⁱ
ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵐᵉ, ᵐʸ ᵉᵈⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵃʳʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵏⁱʷⁱ
ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁱᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᴺⁱᵏᵉ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᶠˡⁱᵍʰᵗ
ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃˡ
ᴵ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳʸ ⁱᵗ, ⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵘʸ ⁱᵗ
ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵐʸ ᵖʳⁱᶜᵉ ⁱˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈ
ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ
ᴮᵒʸ, ⁱᶠ ᴵ ˢᵃʸ "ʲᵘᵐᵖ", ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃʸ, "ʰᵒʷ ʰⁱᵍʰ?"
ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢˡⁱᵈᵉ
ˢᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵃ ʰᵘⁿᵈʳᵉᵈ ᵍᵘʸˢ?
ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵃ ⁿᵃ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ
ᴳᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˢⁱᶜᵏᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ
ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᵈ, ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ
ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵘⁿ, ⁿᵒ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ
ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵃ ⁿᵃ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ
YINN - Paramour Eyeshadow @ Sabbath Event
Rawr - Phoenix Necklace @ Uber Event
Tanaka - Torn Cropped @ Warehouse
FACS - Track Pants Revisitied @ Warehouse
DAE - Plush Slippers & Furry Socks @ Mainstore
--ＢＡＣＫＤＲＯＰ--
K&S - Under Neon Lights @ Hentai Fair
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Body : Slink Physique Male Mesh Body
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Slink/36/123/25
Head : CATWA Head Daniel & Skin Orua Stray Dog Tone 9
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Catwa%20Clip/144/6/23
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Heavens%20Touch/78/181/23
◉ CLOTHING
Jacket : MGMEN'S Jacket Shtorm
T-Shirt : MGMEN'S T-Shirt Voytenko
Pants : MGMEN'S Pants Rain
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◉ ACCESSOIRES
Glasses : NEXOR - Prevail Shadez
marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/202321/
Shoes: FLI - Floubitan
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◉ MODEL AND PHOTOGRAPH
Model : SlevinlnResident
Photograph : Kiana paramour
You are all invited to the Winter Ball tonight at Paramour from 7pm-9pm SLT. Dress code is formal :D
Vendredi 7 Octobre – Sortie accompagnement scolaire au MACVAL ce matin. Difficile d’intéresser tout le monde à l’art contemporain.
During the first few years I shared photos, I opened every shot from the roll (or the card, at the time) and picked out my favorites and posted them immediately. Images that didn't catch me the first time often did not get re-viewed until months or years later.
Now when I get the urge to post, I pick a roll and randomly look at one or two images, like something about one of them and then scan it and/or save it to my desktop. Even then, when I open the uploader, sometimes I get distracted by another photo on my desktop and post it instead.
That happens a lot more often than any of the above actually, but it takes the first part of the process to get to the second. What I end up with is almost arbitrary. Sometimes it refers to something which I am not even aware, something with which I am in dialogue (often not by choice) within my discovery-subconscious.
Other times it's entirely random. Or at least I like to think it is.
◉ BODY
Body : Slink Physique Male Mesh Body
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Slink/36/123/25
Head : CATWA Head Daniel & Skin Orua Stray Dog Tone 9
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Catwa%20Clip/144/6/23
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Heavens%20Touch/78/181/23
◉ CLOTHING
Jacket : DEADWOOL Oscar Coat
Shirt : DEADWOOL Peak suit (tux)
Pants : DEADWOOL Peak suit (tux)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Fingal/54/147/34
◉ ACCESSOIRES
Glasses : MIRROR - Panther Glasses
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Summer%20Time/186/105/3602
◉ MODEL AND PHOTOGRAPH
Model : SlevinlnResident, tieggerlilly.winkler, cheriinee
Photograph : Kiana paramour
We are incredibly excited to announce the winning entries for our 8th blogger challenge.
In this round, we asked you to play with dim lighting, and to share how you would tell the story. We understand this challenge may have been a little trickier than those before, with more specific requirements and a very specific backdrop. It was really enjoyable to browse through all of your entries for an insight into how your ideas came to life!
Thank you to each and every one of you for participating, and for continuing to participate as we announce the different challenges! If your entry was not picked this time, don't get discouraged - we'd love to see you give it another go in three month's time ♥
Congratulations to:
Loute Diesel
Andromeda Starlight
Kiana Paramour
Laiti resident
Emeline Laks
Dannika Dryke
Lannah Dollinger
Bruna Shelford
Adianna Price
farfalla ferduccio
LyricSkye
Connor Reed
kittycatness Resident
To our winners, congratulations and welcome to the FOXCITY blogger team! Welcome back to some of the faces as well! :D
You will be added to our Blogotex within the next day and further information will be provided there. The store credit will be applied towards your store credit balance accordingly.
Thank you again everyone, this was a blast! We hope you enjoyed this as well, and will participate in the future!
-Satomi & Ethan
♰☽∘₊✧ sᴘᴏɴsᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴘᴏsᴛ ✧₊∘☾♰
✞sᴘᴏɴsᴏʀ: NOR
♰☽∘₊✧──────✧₊∘☾♰
✞☽ NOR - Lyra Tank Fatpack
↣Top rigged for Reborn & Legacy
↣Fatpack HUD includes 4 graphics patterns
↣Available @ mainstore
✞☽ NOR - Veechi Nails GIFT
↣ Nails rigged for Reborn & Legacy
↣ Nail HUD contains 4 colors
↣ Available @ mainstore as a group gift
✞☽ Mainstore LM
NOR: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/She/117/34/3519
♰☽∘₊ ✧──────✧ ₊∘☾♰
↔ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs↔
✞☽ Giza Hair/Bangs - [Yomi]
✞☽ Paramour Glasses - - TRIGGERED -
✞☽ Dead Love Makeup/Rotten Lip Scar - [VARC]
✞☽ Azena Tattoo - Macabra
✞☽ Narius Tongue - [The DeadBoy]
✞☽ iCoffin Phone - .m Mochi
◉ BODY
Body : Slink Physique Male Mesh Body
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Slink/36/123/25
Head : CATWA Head Daniel & Skin Orua Stray Dog Tone 9
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Catwa%20Clip/144/6/23
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Heavens%20Touch/78/181/23
◉ CLOTHING
Sweater : AITUI - Royu Top
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/AITUI/102/181/41
Pants : LENOX Journey
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Palau/41/46/24
◉ ACCESSOIRES
Glasses : NEXOR - Prevail Shadez
marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/202321/
Shoes: FLI - Floubitan
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Vistas%20Downtown/158/67/26
◉ MODEL AND PHOTOGRAPH
Model : SlevinlnResident
Photograph : Kiana paramour
New Releases by Hoodlem - 6 New Tattoo's
Now at the mainstore and online marketplace
Create your own style ♥
Links Below - Always cheaper inworld
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Spider-Heart-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Paramour-Tattoo-BOM/...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Masina-Tattoo-BOM/25...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Sione-Tattoo-BOM/250...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Perfect-Rose-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Hope-Hand-Tattoo-BOM...
New Releases by Hoodlem - 6 New Tattoo's
Now at the mainstore and online marketplace
Create your own style ♥
Links Below - Always cheaper inworld
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Spider-Heart-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Paramour-Tattoo-BOM/...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Masina-Tattoo-BOM/25...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Sione-Tattoo-BOM/250...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Perfect-Rose-Tattoo-...
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Hoodlem-Hope-Hand-Tattoo-BOM...
♰☽∘₊✧ sᴘᴏɴsᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴘᴏsᴛ ✧₊∘☾♰
✞sᴘᴏɴsᴏʀ: NOR
♰☽∘₊✧──────✧₊∘☾♰
✞☽ NOR - Lyra Tank Fatpack
↣Top rigged for Reborn & Legacy
↣Fatpack HUD includes 4 graphics patterns
↣Available @ mainstore
✞☽ NOR - Veechi Nails GIFT
↣ Nails rigged for Reborn & Legacy
↣ Nail HUD contains 4 colors
↣ Available @ mainstore as a group gift
✞☽ Mainstore LM
NOR: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/She/117/34/3519
♰☽∘₊ ✧──────✧ ₊∘☾♰
↔ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs↔
✞☽ Giza Hair/Bangs - [Yomi]
✞☽ Paramour Glasses - - TRIGGERED -
✞☽ Dead Love Makeup/Rotten Lip Scar - [VARC]
✞☽ Azena Tattoo - Macabra
✞☽ Narius Tongue - [The DeadBoy]
✞☽ iCoffin Phone - .m Mochi
✦Blog No 15✦
✧Bloody Warrior✧
✦ Body: Hourglass- Head: Catwa Kathy ✦
✦ Hair Rezelogy Paramour✦
✦ Outfit: iS Lifete Drapped Dress Bloody✦
✦ D&C Female Warrior✦
✦my blog✦ syras-second-world.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_33.html
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Returned from her Friday to Monday down at Dickie and Margot’s Cornwall country house, ‘Chi an Treth’, and all the excitement that ensued there, Lettice has settled back into her usual London routine of shopping, receiving and visiting friends and seeing potential clients. It’s a Wednesday, and an unusually quiet one, so Lettice is taking advantage of the gap between engagements and has just sat down in her comfortable white upholstered tub chair to continue reading her latest Georgette Heyer* romance novel when the doorbell to the flat rings noisily, shattering the relative quiet of the flat’s interior.
“I’m not expecting any clients,” she muses as she listens as Edith, her maid, walks across the entrance hall to answer the door. “I wonder who it can be.”
A few moments later the mystery is revealed when Edith walks in proudly announcing, “Miss Bowes-Lyon**, Miss.”
“Elizabeth, darling!” Lettice gasps in delight, casting her book aside. Standing up she embraces her friend who is dressed in a romantic pale pink chiffon moiré dress with a fashionable drop waist and draped in a thick fox fur stole. Elizabeth’s light scent of lily of the valley envelops her. “I didn’t know you were up at Bruton Street***. Please.” She indicates to the tub chair opposite her, which Elizabeth sinks into with a sigh as she places aside her matching pink parasol, and allows the fox fur to slink from her shoulders, snaking across the back of the chair.
“I’m up from Scotland just for a few days to have a fitting for Her Royal Highness’**** wedding and run a few errands before going back.”
“Oh of course!” Lettice gasps. “The wedding! I’d forgotten you were a bridesmaid.”
“Has Gerald finished your outfit for the ceremony yet?” Elizabeth asks as she withdraws a hatpin from her straw cloche decorated with silk roses and feathers and deposits the hat on the stool beside her.
“I do wish you’d let Edith take those, Elizabeth darling.” Lettice indicates to the parasol and hat.
“Oh I can’t stay for too long.” Eliabeth assures her hostess. “The fitting awaits.” She smiles sweetly, giving a brief view of her slightly crooked teeth.
“Well I hope you can stay long enough for a cup of tea,” replies Lettice. “And a biscuit or two. Yes, Gerald’s almost finished my gown. It’s oyster coloured satin, and very plain, with a drop waist and pearl buttons down the back. In fact, the only real decoration it will have will be the lace collar.”
“Sounds wonderful.” acknowledges Elizabeth. “When I get married, I only want a simple wedding dress. I saw the photos of Margot’s wedding dress in Vogue. Gerald must have clients pounding at his door now.”
“Yes,” Lettice remarks. “I said it would be the making of him, and so far, I’ve been proven correct. I’m so happy for him. Goodness knows he could do with some luck after all the hard work he has put in to setting up his business. Now, thinking of frock fittings and weddings, how does Her Royal Highness’ gown look.”
Elizabeth taps her nose in a knowing way, replying, “I’m sorry darling, but I’m not allowed to say.” She smiles apologetically.
“Oh! Of course! How foolish of me! I was forgetting that it’s a secret. Yours too, I should imagine?” Elizabeth nods discreetly. “Never mind. I’ll be happy enough to be surprised on the big day.”
“Have you settled on a hat yet?”
“Ahh, now there I really am in a quandary.” Lettice remarks.
Edith appears and walks across the threshold of the drawing room from the flat’s dining room carrying Lettice’s silvery tray from Asprey’s****** on which sits her Art Deco tea service with cups for two and a small plate of rather delicious looking biscuits. She carefully places the items on the black japanned coffee table between the two friends before dropping a bob curtsey and retreating through the green baize door on the far side of the dining room.
“Quandary?” Elizabeth asks. “I thought you were getting Madame Gwendolyn to make you a hat.”
“Yes. I mean, I know Madame Gwendolyn has made me some wonderful hats in the past.” She pauses.
“I sense a but,”
“But I wasn’t happy with what she made me for Royal Ascot*******. I think it looked dowdy and old fashioned.”
“Oh, I thought it looked lovely.”
“Thank you, Elizabeth darling, bless you.” She reaches out a hand and squeezes Elizabeth’s elegant, yet rather cold hand. “But ‘The Times’ agrees with me in their critique of the fashions last year, and it wasn’t exactly the roaring success I’d hoped for, or paid for, for that matter.” Lettice takes up the pot and pours hot tea into Elizabeth’s cup, passing it to her friend, before filling her own. “So, I’m going to see Gwendolyn next week, but I must confess I’ve seen hats I’d prefer to wear in Selfridges’ windows along the way.”
“Selfridges? You can’t be serious Lettice!” Elizabeth puts a hand to her throat and clasps the collar length string of pearls she wears. “Wear a shop girl’s hat to a royal wedding?”
“Well why not? No-one would know, except perhaps you and I. Besides, not all of Mr. Selfridges hats are shop girl material. He has some beautiful models, directly from Paris, and exclusive to his store. They are a fraction of the price, and are every bit as fashionable and well made as anything Madame Gwendolyn can produce.”
“It sounds to me like you’ve already made up your mind, Lettice.” Elizabeth picks up a pink macaron off the plate and pops it delicately into her little round mouth, her eyes closing with delight as it starts melting on her tongue.
“Divine aren’t they?” Lettice asks. “My last client, Miss Ward put me onto the most fabulous little baker in Pilmico.”
“She’s the moving picture star, isn’t she?”
“Yes. Anyway, I haven’t dismissed Madame Gewndolyn – yet. However, I have misgivings.”
“Well, I have misgivings too.” Elizabeth adds, her eyelashes trembling with a sudden concern as fear clouds her beautiful blue eyes. “I actually came to see you yesterday, but Edith told me you were still away.”
“Oh yes, I’d gone down with Gerald to stay at Dickie and Margot’s new house in Cornwall.” She pauses and ponders for a moment. “But you didn’t leave a calling card, and Edith didn’t tell me you’d called.”
“Oh, don’t be cross with her. I asked her not to say anything as I was still in town for a few days and knew I’d catch you between engagements. So, what’s the house like? You’re going to decorate a few of the rooms, aren’t you?”
“It’s quite lovely – larger than either Gerald or I expected – about ten bedrooms, and yes I am, but pooh to all of that right now. What misgivings? You can’t be having misgivings about being the Princess’ bridesmaid now, surely? Not after all the fittings and rehearsals and such.”
“Oh no, it isn’t that. No, I’m very happy to be her bridesmaid. No, it’s Bertie******** who concerns me.”
“Oh!” Lettice picks up a chocolate macaron from the plate and pops it onto her saucer where it nestles against the rounded bottom of the cup. “Of course he’ll be there.”
“He seems undaunted by my last refusal. Queen Mary visited Mummy just before Christmas.”
“Did she take any of the Glamis china collection*********?”
“Thankfully no, but Mummy told me that the Queen is quite convinced that I’m the only woman who will make Bertie happy, and that he’s refusing to consider any other marriage proposals.”
“And you think he may propose again?”
“Well, it is his sister’s wedding after all.”
“But surely he knows that you’re actively being courted by his equerry! What’s his name?”
“James. James Stewart.”
“That’s it! Well, surely His Royal Highness must know you’ve been seen with James.”
Elizabeth sighs, her elegantly plucked eyebrows arching high. “Apparently he thinks he can win me over.”
“More likely wear you down.” Lettice remarks disparagingly, taking a slip of her own tea.
“They equate to much the same thing.”
“Well?”
“Well what, Lettice darling?”
“Well, do you love him? His Royal Highness that is,” she clarifies. “Not James.”
“Oh, I do like him!” Elizabeth sighs, lowering her teacup into her lap, her shoulders rising and then slumping again as she looks away shyly, a blush filling her creamy cheeks. “He’s dashing, and sweet. I don’t even mind his stutter, which I find quite endearing.”
“Now it’s my turn to sense a but, Elizabeth. Come on! Spit it out.”
“Well, you know my misgivings about public life. I have my own definite thoughts and ideas. To never be allowed to express them again, to not be able to think or speak freely or act as I feel I really ought to,” Elizabeth sighs again. “Well, its intolerable really.”
“Yes, I can understand that. I think Mamma would be happier if I didn’t express my opinions or ideas, never mind act as I see fit. You are coming to the Hunt Ball, aren’t you?”
“Yes of course, Lettice darling. I’ll even dance with Jonty Hastings to save your feet from too much butchery.”
“Thank you. Well, the Prince isn’t really a significant royal. I mean he’s only the Duke of York, not the Prince of Wales, so he’ll never be the King.”
“King George was once the Duke of York, Lettice.”
“Times were different then, Elizabeth. Once the Prince of Wales settles down,”
“If he ever settles down. He shows no signs of it, Lettice, cavorting with other men’s wives. He’s shameless the way he flouts them.”
“Yes, I’ve seen him with Mrs. Dudley Ward********** at the Embassy Club on more than a few occasions at His Highness’ table. Well, he’ll have to settle down, eventually. And once he does, and has children, why you and the Prince would be even further from the line of succession.”
“Oh I don’t know.” Elizabeth toys with the pearl clip earring at her right lobe anxiously.
“Anyway, if you’re sweet on James, why are you even considering the Prince?”
“James is talking about going to America. He’s being wooed by an oil company over there, who pays more than the Royal Household does. Could you really see me living in America?” She scrunches up her nose. “I’d stay in Scotland forever with all my cousins and never leave if I could.”
“No, I couldn’t. Canada perhaps, but not America. They’re so… so…”
“American?” Elizabeth proffers.
“American!” agrees Lettice with a chuckle. “Well, it’s up to you. Just because he’s the Prince, doesn’t mean you have to say yes, Elizabeth. If you have misgivings, just refuse him.” She pauses for a moment and sips her tea again before continuing, “Although refusing a marriage proposal from a prince, however minor, isn’t quite as flippant as refusing a hat from Madame Gwendolyn.”
“Oh I don’t know,” Elizabeth chuckles, picking up another macaron. “Madame Gwendolyn can be quite fierce from what I know of her, not to mention she’s Lady Sadie’s milliner too. Refusing Madame would be tantamount to committing mutiny, wouldn’t it?”
*Georgette Heyer was an English novelist and short-story writer, in both the regency romance and detective fiction genres. Her writing career began in 1921, when she turned a story for her younger brother into the novel, ‘The Black Moth’.
**Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon as she was known in 1922 went on to become Queen of the United Kingdom and the Dominions from 1936 to 1952 as the wife of King George VI. Whilst still Duke of York, Prince Albert initially proposed to Elizabeth in 1921, but she turned him down, being "afraid never, never again to be free to think, speak and act as I feel I really ought to"
***Number 17. Bruton Street was the London residence of the Earl of Strathmore and Kingholme (Elizabeth’s father), and was where she resided when in the capital prior to her marriage.
*****Mary, Princess Royal and Countess of Harewood (1897 – 1965), was the only daughter of King George V and Queen Mary. She was the sister of Kings Edward VIII and George VI, and aunt of Queen Elizabeth II. She married Viscount Lascelles on the 28th of February 1922 in a ceremony held at Westminster Abbey. The bride was only 24 years old, whilst the groom was 39. There is much conjecture that the marriage was an unhappy one, but their children dispute this and say it was a very happy marriage based upon mutual respect. The wedding was filmed by Pathé News and was the first royal wedding to be featured in fashion magazines, including Vogue.
******Founded in 1781 as a silk printing business by William Asprey, Asprey soon became a luxury emporium. In 1847 the business moved to their present premises at 167 Bond Street, where they advertised 'articles of exclusive design and high quality, whether for personal adornment or personal accompaniment and to endow with richness and beauty the table and homes of people of refinement and discernment’. In 1862 Asprey received a Royal Warrant from Queen Victoria. They received a second Royal Warrant from the Future Edward VII in 1889. Asprey has a tradition of producing jewellery inspired by the blooms found in English gardens and Woodland Flora. Over the decades jewelled interpretations of flowers have evolved to include Daisy, Woodland and sunflower collections. They have their own special cut of diamond and produce leather goods, silver and gold pieces, trophies and leatherbound books, both old and new. They also produce accessories for playing polo. In 1997, Asprey produced the Heart of the Ocean necklace worn in the motion picture blockbuster, ‘Titanic’.
*******Royal Ascot Week is the major social calendar event held in June every year at Ascot Racecourse in Berkshire. It was founded in 1711 by Queen Anne and is attended every year by the reigning British monarch and members of the Royal Family. The event is grand and showy, with men in grey morning dress and silk toppers and ladies in their best summer frocks and most elaborate hats.
********Prince Albert, Duke of York, known by the diminutive “Bertie” to the family and close friends, was the second son of George V. Not only did Bertie propose to Elizabeth in 1921, but also in March 1922 after she was a bridesmaid at the wedding of Albert’s sister, Princess Mary to Viscount Lascelles. Elizabeth refused him a second time, yet undaunted Bertie pursued the girl who had stolen his heart. Finally, in January 1923 she agreed to marry him in spite of her misgivings about royal life.
*********Queen Mary, wife of King George V was an avid collector of bibelots (small decorative ornaments) and decorative arts. She was also responsible for being the first member of the Royal Family to ever do an inventory of the Royal Collections, finding many items had been “borrowed” by the great families of England over the centuries to decorate their own homes. During her husband’s reign, she recovered a vast majority of these pilfered items, returning them to the Royal Collections. For this reason, she was feared when she came to visit, along with her voracious acquisition of other people’s bibelots. She was known to remark on something pretty and then expect that it would be gifted to her as the wife of the sovereign.
**********Winifred May, Marquesa de Casa Maury (née Birkin) (1894 – 1983), universally known by her first married name as Freda Dudley Ward, was an English socialite best known for being a married paramour of the Prince of Wales, who later became King Edward VIII, between 1918 and 1929. Known by him by the diminutive “Freddie”, she was supplanted in the Prince’s affections by Lady Thelma Furness, who in turn was supplanted by Mrs. Simpson.
This 1920s upper-class drawing room is different to what you may think at first glance, for it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures including items from my own childhood.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The cream straw cloche hat sitting on the Chippendale stool is decorated with pink roses has single stands of ostrich feathers adorning it. The latter have been hand curled. The maker for this hat is unknown, but it is part of a larger collection I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel. 1:12 size miniature hats made to such exacting standards of quality and realism are often far more expensive than real hats are. When you think that it would sit comfortably on the tip of your index finger, yet it could cost in excess of $150.00 or £100.00, it is an extravagance. American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable.
The furled umbrella is a 1:12 artisan piece made of pink satin and lace with a tiny pink bow. It has a hooked metal handle.
You can just see draped across the chair on the right, Elizabeth’s fox fur stole. It is, in actuality, a mink tail attached to one of my vintage fur tippets. It is just the right size to be a thick fur stole that could have been worn by the future Queen Elizabeth, who loved furs.
Lettice’s tea set is a beautiful artisan set featuring a rather avant-garde Art Deco Royal Doulton design from the Edwardian era. The strawberry and chocolate macarons are also artisan miniatures from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. He has a dizzying array of realistic looking food and meals which is always growing, and all are made entirely or put together by hand. The green tinted glass comport on the coffee table , spun from real glass, is also from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
The black Bakelite and silver telephone is a 1:12 miniature of a model introduced around 1919. It is two centimetres wide and two centimetres high. The receiver can be removed from the cradle, and the curling chord does stretch out.
In front of the telephone sit two paperback novels from the late 1910s created by miniature British artisan, Ken Blythe. Most of the books I own that he has made may be opened to reveal authentic printed interiors. In some cases, you can even read the words, depending upon the size of the print! I have quite a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my collection, but so little of his real artistry is seen because the books that he specialised in making are usually closed, sitting on shelves or closed on desks and table surfaces. What might amaze you even more is that all Ken Blythe’s opening books are authentically replicated 1:12 scale miniatures of real volumes. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make these books miniature artisan pieces. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago, as well as through his estate via his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
The Vogue magazine from 1922 sitting on the lower tray of the black japanned occasional table was made by hand by Petite Gite Miniatures in the United States.
The vase of yellow lilies and roses on the Art Deco occasional table is beautifully made by hand by the Doll House Emporium, whilst the taller vase of flowers to the right of the photo was made by Falcon Miniatures, who are renown for the realism and detail in their miniatures.
Lettice’s drawing room is furnished with beautiful J.B.M. miniatures. The black japanned wooden chair is a Chippendale design and has been upholstered with modern and stylish Art Deco fabric. The mirror backed back japanned china cabinet is Chippendale too. On its glass shelves sit pieces of miniature Limoges porcelain including jugs, teacups and saucers, many of which I have had since I was a child.
To the left of the Chippendale chair stands a blanc de chine Chinese porcelain vase, and next to it, a Chinese screen. The Chinese folding screen I bought at an antiques and junk market when I was about ten. I was with my grandparents and a friend of the family and their three children, who were around my age. They all bought toys to bring home and play with, and I bought a Chinese folding screen to add to my miniatures collection in my curio cabinet at home! It shows you what a unique child I was.
The carpet beneath the furniture is a copy of a popular 1920s style Chinese silk rug. The geometric Art Deco wallpaper is beautiful hand impressed paper given to me by a friend, which inspired the whole “Cavendish Mews – Lettice Chetwynd” series.
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Isn't she just gorgeous ??. Zoom in my fine flickr friends - see those beautiful eyes and that incredible glow about her.
The beauty of the elderly who frequent Bronte Pool during the week all year round just makes me look forward to my later years with glee. The woman all have so much elan and style and all have the most interesting stories.
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was capturing the magnificent waves yesterday with my NIkon and I kept having my eye caught behind me with her beautiful pink hat bobbing around in Bronte Pool against the turquoise water and big surf. I was lucky enough to get her with Ms. Leica as she was coming out hand in hand with her paramour and she graciously allowed me to capture her.
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Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we are not in Lettice’s flat. Rather we are out on London’s busy Oxford Street as Lettice and her soon-to-be-married friend Margot de Virre promenade, safely protected from the summer sunshine, beneath the striped awnings of the impressive classical façade of Selfridges department store. The two ladies plan to enjoy luncheon together in the rooftop garden restaurant before attending to some social rounds in the afternoon as part of the Season.
“Well, she sounds like a rather thrilling new client, darling!” Margot enthuses as she strolls alongside her friend. “A successful film actress!”
“We hope.” Lettice cautions wagging a gloved finger. “I don’t know how her screen test went yet.”
“You said she had presence, darling.”
“Oh she does Margot.” Lettice sighs as she looks at the passing parade of passenger faces on a red and cream double decker bus as it chugs noisily past them, belching out fumes. “She is very exuberant and her manners are rather gauche, but then she is an American, and of a rather unremarkable suburban family in Chicago who just happened to have invested in railroads at the right time.”
“You’ve done your homework then.”
“Not me, so much as Leslie.” Lettice replies as she and Margot step aside to make way for a young man in a smart grey flannel suit stepping out of a taxi pulled up to the curve. “I asked him to make some discreet enquiries with some friends in the Immigration Department.”
The ladies smile as the young man doffs his hat to them in greeting and gives them a charming smile before hurrying on his way in the opposite direction to them.
“Ah, the joys of a well-connected older brother. Hoorah for Leslie and his chums in the Immigration Department.” Margot sighs. She waits for Lettice to continue, and when for a few languid paces nothing is forthcoming from her friend she adds, “And?”
“Oh,” Lettice remarks in a slightly distracted fashion as she pauses to look in one of Selfridges giant plate glass windows, admiring a range of summer frocks in soft pastels. “Well her real name is Isadora Ward. Her parents live in a place called Highland Park, which Leslie assures me is a smart Chicago suburb. She was the tallest debutante in her coming out year and it seems the most unorthodox, wearing a dress a shade of deep pink, a colour similar to that which she wore to visit me, for her coming out gown, much to the horror of mummy, daddy and the staid Chicago social set it seems.”
“How deliciously daring!” Margot laughs. “I love your Miss Ward already. Tell me more!”
“She isn’t necessarily my Miss Ward yet, Margot. After two unsuccessful seasons of her parents attempting to marry her off to any eligible bachelor they could find, Isadora happily fled America and her parent’s shame of her remaining unmarried, to join her adventurer brother who has a club in Shanghai: The Diamond Lotus.”
“Sounds exotic!” Margot remarks.
“Rather!” Lettice agrees with a smile. “Reinvented as the songstress Wanetta Ward, she performed to full houses and was, according to Leslie’s sources, wooed by the some rather shady types from amongst Shanghai’s mobster class.”
“Thrilling!” Margot gasps. “So, she had to flee to London?”
“So it seems, Margot darling, although apparently she was blissfully unaware of her paramours’ less than salubrious backgrounds.”
“Or she turned a blind eye.”
“Or, she turned a blind eye and enjoyed the champagne, fun times and expensive gifts. She doesn’t strike me as a naive or dim-witted woman. She knows what she wants, and is going about getting it. At any rate, her brother quietly packed her off on the next boat bound for Southampton with a few letters of introduction to some fashionable fellow Americans here in London, and a suitably burgeoning bank balance, to which she adds a cache of mildly gaudy, and I imagine slightly illicit jewellery, from her would be suitors, to start a career as a cinema actress.”
“Didn’t your father ask you not to engage your skills with unsuitable characters, Lettice?”
“To be precise, Margot, he asked me to,” She opens her mouth and annunciates with overly round vowels in a mocking imitation of her titled father the Viscount, “‘be a society interior designer, but design for my own class’.” She looks to her friend with a lofty look, causing Margot to titter behind her hand.
“Oh your mother will be fit to be tied when you take this Miss Ward as your latest client after all that Mrs. Hatchett business earlier in the year.”
“If, I take her, Margot darling. I have yet to see her flat in Pimlico.”
“Mmm hmmm.” Margot muses with a knowing smile and a cocked eyebrow, returned by her friend as the two burst into peals of cheeky girlish laughter.
Smothering her laughter to try and control herself and catch her breath, Lettice finally asks Margot, “Thinking of upsetting mother, has yours finally come around to Gerald designing your wedding dress?”
“No she hasn’t. She’s still furious that I wouldn’t countenance Lucile* to make my gown. But she’s so… so…”
“Edwardian?”
“Exactly darling, and Gerald is so wonderfully modern!” Margot goes on enthusiastically.
“I know. I’ve seen your dress coming along when I’ve visited him at his flat. The asymmetrical tulle hem and that beautiful beaded bodice will make you the bride of the Season, darling.”
“Thank you, Lettice!”
“And my supper party for your engagement is promising to be one of the events of the Season.” Lettice adds proudly. “All the invitations have been dispatched, I’m borrowing some of the family silver from Wiltshire, the flower arrangements are on order, and I have Harrods catering for us. Dickie wants to be barman and make some of his famous cocktails. I can’t wait until… Oh!”
Margot watches as the happy smile fades from Lettice’s face as she sees something in the next window of Selfridges which obviously offends her in some way. Stalking over to it, Lettice stands before a smaller window, glaring at its contents with her hands placed firmly on her hips.
“Lettice darling! What is it?”
Margot gazes into the window, featuring a selection of wide brimmed straw picture hats and accessories promoted for Ascot Week**. Her friend’s disgruntled look is reflected in a ghostly way in the plate glass.
“I must speak to Madame Gwendolyn! Just look at those prices! Five pounds, nine and sixpence for that pink hat, or the yellow. I’ve paid twelve guineas for my white hat for this year’s Royal Ascot!”
“Oh come Lettice,” Margot laughs incredulously. “You can hardly compare the beautiful hats Madame Gwendolyn makes for you, to these hats for the,” She pauses whilst she tries to think of the right words. “The up-and-coming middle-classes.”
“You’ve been listening to Gerald, Margot,” Lettice scolds her friend good naturedly in a lowered tone. “You sound just like him.”
“Well, it’s true, Lettice. Your hats are all so much more striking than these: much more suitable for the Royal Enclosure. No-one else will have a hat like yours, whereas who knows how many of these there are in circulation.” Margot soothes, waving her hand dismissively at the offending millinery. “Leave these to the London parvenues.”
“Like cinema actress, Wanetta Ward?”
“Exactly!” Margot giggles. “Now, come along, darling! Let’s have luncheon and we’ll chat about what we are wearing to Ascot, Henley and Goodwood.”
“And your wedding, darling.”
“And my wedding.”
The two young women link arms and walk towards the entrance of the department store, joining countless other shoppers as they drift through the doors of Selfridges.
*Lucile – Lucy, Lady Duff Gordon was a leading British fashion designer in the late Nineteenth and early Twentieth Centuries who used the professional name Lucile. She was the originator of the “mannequin parade”, a pre-cursor to the modern fashion parade, and is reported to have been the person to first use the word “chic” which she then popularised. Lucile is also infamous for escaping the Titanic in a lifeboat designed for forty occupants with her husband and secretary and only nine other people aboard, seven being crew members.
**Royal Ascot Week is the major social calendar event held in June every year at Ascot Racecourse in Berkshire. It was founded in 1711 by Queen Anne and is attended every year by the reigning British monarch and members of the Royal Family. The event is grand and showy, with men in grey morning dress and silk toppers and ladies in their best summer frocks and most elaborate hats.
Contrary to popular belief, fashion at the beginning of the Roaring 20s did not feature the iconic cloche hat as a commonly worn head covering. Although invented by French milliner Caroline Reboux in 1908, the cloche hat did not start to gain popularity until 1922, so in 1921 when this story is set, picture hats, a hangover from the pre-war years, were still de rigueur in fashionable society. Although nowhere near as wide, heavy, voluminous or as ornate as the hats worn by women between the turn of the Twentieth Century and the Great War, the picture hats of the 1920s were still wide brimmed, although they were generally made of straw or some lightweight fabric and were decorated with a more restrained touch. For somewhere like Royal Ascot, a matching parasol, handbag or reticule and gloves to go with a lady’s chosen summer frock were essential.
Although this window display of ladies’ accessories looks very real, the fact is that the items on sale are all miniatures from my 1:12 miniatures collection.
1:12 size miniature hats made to such exacting standards of quality and realism are often far more expensive than real hats are. When you think that it would sit comfortably on the tip of your index finger, yet it could cost in excess of $150.00 or £100.00, it is an extravagance. American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The straw hats decorated with lace, pink ribbons and roses, and yellow ribbons and roses were made by Mrs. Denton of Muffin Lodge in the United Kingdom. Their matching parasols, also made by Mrs. Denton of Muffin Lodge, are decorated with lace and ribbons and have a toothpicks as handles with metal tops. All are hand-made artisan miniatures.
The peach straw hat with the orange and green ribbon and brown feather trim comes from Falcon Miniatures in the United States, who are renowned for their realistic 1:12 size miniatures.
The mossy green straw hat with purple roses has single stands of peacock feathers adorning it that have been hand curled. The maker is unknown, but it is part of a larger collection I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel. Also purchased from her collection is the little hand-crocheted pale pink reticule with the tassel.
The lemon yellow purse and matching gloves are also artisan pieces and are made of kid leather and are so light and soft. They are trimmed with very fine braid and the purse has a clasp made from a piece of earring. They come from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders Miniatures in the United Kingdom.
The dark wood hatstands are also 1:12 size miniatures and are of three varying heights. Made of wood, they have been stained in mahogany.
The tags with descriptions and prices I created using a 1921 mail order catalogue for ladies’ accessories.
The backdrop of the window display is “Derby Day at Epsom”, a painting by British author, painter and children’s illustrator John Strickland Goodall (1908 – 1996) taken from his picture book “An Edwardian Season” published in 1979.
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“If I die young bury me in satin” Samantha just could not keep from playing that song in her head.
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Lyrics to the sonnet appear after the story
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Samantha shook her head to clear her mind. Here she was on a deadly serious operation and a silly old song was all she could think about. She should have worn velvet tonight, she reasoned without any logic.
This was her third attempt out undercover. The only nibble so far had been a two bit second rate mugger on their first attempt. Sam remembered the look in his drooling eyes, he had figured that he had hit the jackpot as he forced, at knifepoint, Samantha to hand over her pricy jewels. Boy was he surprised when Sam’s team paid his seedy apartment a visit a few hours later as he was celebrating his good fortune with his cronies. Then she heard it….
Suddenly, all thoughts of songs and adolescencent punks were driven from her mind. Sam’s sixth sense was tingling; she had picked up a follower. She had heard him in the woods one the other side of the deserted lane. He was good, she hadn’t been aware of being followed until the muffled snap of a twig reached her ears. She shivered deliciously, come to momma she said to herself, not giving any outward sign that she had heard…….
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The unknown assailant That Sam was trying to lure had been making a practice of preying on wealthy, unchaperoned women. Carefully selecting his victims based solely on the jewels they were exhibiting. Following them home as they left the upper class parties they were attending. He would then ambush them, tying up the hapless victim, then looting the house of anything small, but valuable, including whatever jewelry could be found on his bound, usually wriggling victim.
His fifth target had been taken a month ago on Halloween night. She had been a blonde mistress of a titled junior minister, who had set her up in his summer cottage, which overlooked the channel. She had been seized, bound, gagged and robbed inside the small cottage. In her struggles against her bindings she had choked to death. That had made it murder. That made it Sam’s problem. With the heat being put on by the junior minister Sam had been given carte blanche. But, by the manner with which Sir Mister ” junior” minister had been squawking, one would assume he was more concerned over the jewels that had been nicked than the untimely demise of his sexy young paramour!. The vain prig probably already had another one lined up and installed at the small cottage, waiting to be adorned with the jewels once they had been recovered Sam figured wryly. But, an assignment was an assignment no matter what her feelings were about the matter. So, Sam had assembled her team, supplied them with the very latest in technology, and had gone hunting him down.
Sam had felt a bit James Bondish wearing jewels with an array of tracking devices carefully hidden in amongst the tiffany quality Gems. Her rented cottage, an old keep for a bygone ancient castle, was also outfitted with ultra-sensitive listening devices. Her team could track every move and hear every word spoken as Sam was out on her prowl.
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And now she was being carefully followed. Instinctively she knew that whomever it was, it wasn’t a two bit hood this time. Another twig snapped, closer and, Sam thought, deliberate. She turned around to look, hand to mouth, in all appearances she was the slightly drunk and vulnerable, wealthy brunette that was her role on this case . But, unnoticeably, on the inside, Samantha ‘s whole demeanor changed, becoming cold and alert, Knowing it was her job to bring this piece of venom to justice. Bring it on she thought to herself, hoping this was the one. Then she turned and made her way to the keep, her senses prickling….
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"If I Die Young"
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh, uh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh,
And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time
And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand,
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by...
...the sharp knife of a short life, oh well?
I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (oh, uh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh
The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls.
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