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Hello all. I’m a little slow starting today. It’s been a busy week and Bertie insisted that I sleep late. But, I’m quasi-awake, so, let’s get started.
This beautiful blank trade card was never printed on the reverse. It’s a bit faded, but still very lovely and wholly Victorian. Ergo, it’s the slightest bit odd to modern eyes. A little girl has descended a grand stair. She’s holding a nosegay and appears to be dressed for a wedding. Why she’s standing on a grassy shag rug from the Partridge Family set is beyond me. She looks none too happy about it.
Beneath her is inscribed:
Come maiden year, smiling and kind and sweet
And lay thy bouquet at my dear ones feet.
Copyright…nothing. But, I’d guess 1870-1880.
Hmmmm… Let’s have a Saturday Caption Contest. What’s this girl doing? What’s she thinking? Why the grass? I look to you for answers—answers which you’ll leave in the comments section.
16 comments:
"I want you to know that I'm allergic to these."
She does look pre-sneeze.
She never expected the firing squad.
Ah, there's our April.
The Secret Garden wasn't what she had imagined.
Ha!
She also seems to be holding a toilet brush. So I have concluded that one Sunday morning this young lady was preparing for church and was assaulted by Oscar the Grouch. She whacked him to death with the brush, skinned him, made him into a rug and is now triumphantly laying a bouquet on his green carcass on her way to Mass.
Who says Victorian women were demure?
The room full of jackals didn't surprise Ingrid. It was the fact that they were so badly dressed.
Dashwood, I hadn't noticed the toilet brush, but that seems to be the best explanation. The rug does appear to be made from Muppet fur.
Matt, ill-mannered jackals are always a shock.
Sweet Alice stood in the doorway,the portal to the rest of her life.
"Are you ready to do what's expected of you? She asked.
"Yes" Alice replied.
"You have the your gun and knife hidden in your bouquet . The sheep's big Sheep Day Festival starts in 20 minutes. It's time to make your bones."Bo Peep said.
Time to make your bones! Wonderful! Perhaps that's when she met, "The Other One."
Come Maiden year, frowning slightly.
She is.
She never forgot what she saw that day.
Tonight at 9 on Lifetime.
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