I managed to stop myself from cleaning, sorting, bagging and tagging long enough to fool around with a basket of things from home and just allow myself to enjoy the store a little. The little pale silk net dress at right -- even though tattered and a bit mousy -- is one of my favorite things. Lacking another full body mannequin, I unceremoniously unseated a display of antique Valentines and took the little three tiered table in white to use as a base. A half body mannequin donned the dress and shows it off in the front window. I pinned on of my most loved millinery flowers at her waist and tucked an old ivory and silk fan (in matching tatters) in her bosom, just in case she gets the vapors. Last night before I left the store, some long strands of Miriam Haskell pearls found their way around her neck, but hanging down her back.
I brought in a few paintings from home as well, including two Justine Holmes for our altered artists, a Patricia O'Neal for the hat lovers in the crowd, and a beautiful old oil Alain gave me years ago of two dancers back stage, one holding and shielding a candle and the other just drawing back the curtain to look at the audience. He never really got why I loved it so much, as he doesn't unerstand much of what winds my watch, but presented it to me nonetheless.