My Dearest Diary,
I believe I shall swoon!
My invitation to the
arrived by morning post!
Dear Tess, such a lovely and creative woman.
I admire her so!
Runcible, my faithful houseman and dear friend and confidant
delivered it to me via sterling tray amidst brunch and roses this very morn!
He is such a dear!
I would be ever so lost without him!
Last year was such joyous amusement!
It felt as though the evening were one, long, glorious dream!
Simply everything was in a delicious haze!
Well, upon sight of my return invitation I was in such a state that Runcible
advised me a lie-down with a Bath bun and a weak cup of tea.
Knowing my capricious nature, dear Runcible assured me he would have
all details of my attendance in hand and I wasn't to worry a whit!
But, oh! So much to prepare for!
So many decisions!
I am in a state!
Must dash, my love, for I hear Runcible
at my door with the tell tale rustle of many, many gowns to choose from!
Oh, it shall all be a delight!
Ta!
xoxoxo
~Violet
(excerpt from the Journal of Violet Moorfields October 6, 1812)
1 comment:
How wonderful to receive that coveted invitation!
Post a Comment