Felicity has been a rather recalcitrant model lately, and has disappeared whenever the light was good and the camera came out.
Yesterday though, I was sorting some gorgeous vintage lace that I recently acquired, and Miss Fiss decided she wasn’t going to be out-admired by some lace. So she occupied it, and set out to prove that she was more gorgeous and glamorous than the lace.
Once I’d taken a couple dozen photos, I tried to tempt her from her bed of lace with that most forbidden of pleasures: pattern tissue. She wasn’t having any of it. Pattern tissue is no fun if it is allowed!