*Occasionally, I find illustrations or photos that catch my eye enough to write a story around them. I saw these on Tumblr. I don’t know the artist, but these images appeared in a 1930s McCall’s Fashion book. They inspired me to chart three ladies’ very bizarre day
One fine Lizzie Ascension Day, the Heathers gussied themselves up as they usually do for Ascension Day and headed out in search of the proper way to celebrate. Not paying attention to just about anything, they absentmindedly wandered in to a weird warehouse-type loft-space that people liked to call "Fluid Creative Arenas." Small statues and objets d'arts littered the pretentious space as people who were old enough to know better spoke in made up accents about subjects they were only slighted educated in.
The Heathers' curiosity not so much piqued as none of them wanted to make a decision so early in the morning, stayed put for the time being.
"I'm confused," Said Archduchess Fanty, "What does one do with their hands when they don't have a martini glass to hold?"
"I think I am going to eat this little man?" Thought Lady Jane, aloud.
"I don't want to remove my gloves lest one of these twots touches me," thought The Superior Nunny, "but how am I to properly slap them when they say things like 'hence' and 'ergo' while discussing Triscuits? I think I shall make that tapestry over there into a bathmat for my imaginary pug whom I shall name Yak."
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