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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to 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.