The real me is the woman in this window, manual typewriter in front of her but holding a pencil posed over paper. Deer nibble at shrubbery on snow-covered lawn, fodder both for her writing and for her life.
Or are they the same thing?
[Picture by illustrator Adrianne Blair in Faith Baldwin's Face Toward the Spring.]
Friday, April 3, 2015
A Violet Easter
I adore violets!
Usually in full bloom by the end of March here,
this year they're just beginning.
R.H. snapped these last year,
getting close as a grasshopper.
His pictures make me want to paint a room violet.
They make me long for an Easter corsage of violets.
Why did corsages go out of fashion?
When I was growing up they were de regieur
for every special occasion.
My mother would have looked stunning in this
gray silk shantung taffeta suit in 1951.
She would have easily made it from the
Vogue Design No. 7310.
The green hat by Irene would have been
perfect on her soft black hair.
And my father might have ordered a violet corsage for her instead of the usual orchid.
This photograph was taken c. 1959 of my beautiful mother. She still is beautiful at 90.