With his new lap top, an amazing photo has been offered up for Sunday Photo Fiction. Congrats on the new machine!
MaMa swooned onto the fainting couch, her hand, grasping a handkerchief, to her brow.
PaPa drew so deep on his cigar, he had a coughing fit, turning even redder.
Missy giggled, and the maid tried desperately not to. Unable to keep the perfect servile face and thus a servant’s position, she bobbed a curtsey, “Ma’am, shall I take Missy to the Nursery and summon the nannie?” Missy made a point of stomping out.
MaMa whined, “In polite society, my dear. Have you gone mad.”
“Like great-Aunt Julliette,” I asked ever so politely. As she married a contortionist and joined the circus, we were never to speak of her.
Crossing my fingers, so as to not really tell a lie, I said “Glendina Richardson-Smythe at Miss Dina Smythe-Richardson’s tea, said it was all the rage in Paris.” Truthfully, I read it in a magazine, something MaMa’s doctor assured her would cause my brain to swell, and explode inside my skull.
“It” was the fuchsine-coloured* low-necked bodice on one of my new dresses for this fall’s fashionable balls, dinners, and concerts. My couturière purred the colour was perfect for my pale complexion and amethyst eyes.
That was not the first nor last time I played with societal norms. As for the fuschine dress, dear reader, do you think I wore it to the Richardson-Smythe ball?
*Fuchsia is a vivid purplish red color, named after the flower of the fuchsia plant, which took its name from the 16th century German botanist Leonhart Fuchs. The color fuchsia was first introduced as the color of a new aniline dye called fuchsine, patented in 1859 by the French chemist Francois-Emmanuel Verguin.
At least I hope it’s a fuchsia!!!!!!!!!
© adh [a darkened house]