Fire's Out

Ignite.

 Emblazon.

 Passion flames. 

Combust.

Sparks stoke grief.

 Waning embers dissipate.

Cooled.

 Dazed.

 The fire's out.

Vests from the Past

A few sketches I did several years ago. Rebecca found a laced vest at our G.W. Boutique and she created a gauze shift dress to wear underneath. I was asked to play my violin at a lady's tea/luncheon and I chose this ensemble. It was dreamy.


I have always loved vests. Fitted ones are especially nice. I like the vests English gentry wear and vests worn by peasants. I find that wearing a properly fitted vest of the appropriate color makes an outfit all that more special.


Black and White Sketches by Me