A few days ago I put a portrait of a lady on my blog and asked, "Who is it?" The responses were delightful. Yesterday and today I am adding the comments with text and photos I have gathered from the internet.
"No idea, but I ADORE the shawl draped over the arm of the chair."
Christine wasn't the only one to note the scarf, so I went online to see what I could find about portraits and scarves.
Pandora's box!
The above portrait of a lady is being auctioned on Ebay. I adore it. That scarf, hum, is well placed.
The village knew her as La Blushing Spinster. Unaware that beneath her chic gardrobe she always wore her sailor lover’s striped shirt close to her heart, warming her from toes to cheeks with an eternal blush.
Photo via Wiki Mamie Eisenhower
Mamie Eisenhower before she changed the style of her bangs.
Empress Josephine
Photo Via Seven Secrets to Edwardian Beauty
Was she a model for an early manufacturer of blusher, tweezers and eyebrow pencils? Yikes!
Photo Via Pinterest: Anónimo. Maria Josefa of Austria, Queen of Poland, 18th
She is the sister of the queen of Poland. She was disowned because she stole the queens jewels and had to leave Poland so she wouldn't be beheaded. Therefore she escaped to France where she was painted. And never again seen in Poland
Photo Via Video lesson included
OH MY GOSH IT IS ME….in a previous life –one in the French Court-and that is all I will say… a lady never reveals the secrets of court life-I always looked good in blue and gold, no matter the shade…..it brought out my eyes-oh so I was told on one or two occasions -ah when time and life was simple and there was staff to take care of every need and desire-oh you may be wondering how I am so sure of this well I had regression therapy….The portrait hung in my children's bedroom as it does look I was giving a lesson…
Jacklynn Lantry said..
Oh, I absolutely know her, she is the Mistress of Willows!
Girls lucky enough to be born in Willows are all granted beautiful hair and hers is the most beautiful of all. No matter where life takes the girls, no matter where they are in the world, they come back to see the Mistress once a year, always during harvest season. They gather together at dusk. When the moon is full to bursting and is at it's highest point in the sky.
Together they walk into the rice fields, moonbeams lighting their way and gathering spent rice stalks as they go. Carefully the girls intertwine the stalks and, as when they get to the center of the field, start walking in a wide circle. They build a build a huge nest by piling the gathered stalks on top of each other as they walk round and round. The nest keeps growing, getting larger and larger as they circle around and around. One side of the nest is always higher than the other. Called the ellipse, it captures the moonlight and holds it in the nest.
Then, by the light of the moon, the girls tend one another's hair, brushing it until it shines as brightly as the moonlight surrounding it. The girl with the longest hair plucks a strand out, giving one strand to each of the other girls. That one, tiny strand, tucked into a pocket, gives each girl bravery throughout the coming year. Bravery to try new things, bravery to venture far from home and bravery to stand up for what is right and true.
Thank you for your fun and beautiful comments.
If your name appears, or your comment in either part 1 or part 2, please
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