what it is February 22, 2013February 24, 2013 ~ carin My faith is not a formal dress but rags and stones and feathers, shells hidden in its hem —best worn with sky-lighted cape and bird voice chapeau. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
I must go to my local hatter (and not the mad one) and ask him to make me a bird voice chapeau. I shall wear it at a jaunty angle, covering one eye so that it may protect me from the sun, but never from the sky. Reply
I must go to my local hatter (and not the mad one) and ask him to make me a bird voice chapeau. I shall wear it at a jaunty angle, covering one eye so that it may protect me from the sun, but never from the sky.
That’s one chapeau I’d love to see.