I’m still plugging away on the Marmotte Masquerade Stays, but have been held up by boring paperwork and car fixing and whatnot. So I’ll keep you entertained with other things. Between my stays and the Fairies & Dinosaurs at Versailles party I’ve been fixated on mad 18th century hair. These fashion plates particularly delight me:
ZOMG! Look at that hair! Look at the fruit! The entire bowl of lemons (or apricots?)! The full pineapple perched in front! That one random pear at front! And her fabulously NOSE-y nose. Best of all, do you know what the pointy fruit going up the back of her hair is? I do! I’m relatively certain that it is a cacao fruit.
Yep. That’s right. Chocolate hair. I’m not sure what the large round fruit that alternates with it is though. Out-of-scale quince? Perhaps they were going really exotic and they were meant to be breadfruit.
It’s like pastoral France meets my parent’s farm! I love it! And what about this one:
She’s a little more typically pretty, which makes her less interesting to me, and the veges are a little more prosaic than the exotic fruit. I’m slightly confused by the three enormous carrots and then the three hydra-carrots. What’s that about? Lettuce though, I understand.
My parents grow lettuce. It is the most delicious lettuce you have ever tasted. You don’t even need to dress the salads its that good.
Last time I was home I helped to plant a bunch of lettuce, with assistance from Josie the cat, because my parents have garden cats like I have a sewing cat.
18th century hair and farms in Hawaii usually don’t go together so well though!