I’m not a preachy person, but no matter your political, religious, or cause-of-the-month persuasion, it’s hard to deny we live in risky times. I’m not going to debate anything, so don’t even waste your time getting revved up, but as of my writing this post, 50.1 million Americans and 120 million earthlings are fully vaccinated against C19.
That makes me smile.
Something else that makes me smile is researching Georgian and Regency fashion, and I started to notice a pattern when virtually strolling through the National Portrait Gallery: rosy cheeks. Such color on the face of my son has always indicated fever, but back in the day it meant the epitome of health, wealth, and general good living.
My favorite discoveries are the final two portraits that I’ll share. The artist reveals an entire story in one captured sitting, with possibly the addition of a deft hand of wry humor?
I hope you can find something that makes you smile this week.
One with a sanguine or fresh-coloured countenance.
Not impressed that she’s being painted by Sir Thomas:
Her life reads a bit like a plot from Outlander. You should learn about Flora Macdonald.
Lord Sassy Sandwich, if you please.
The set of her mouth is exactly what I’d expect to see on the author of A Vindication of the Rights of Woman. Putting up with life one person at a time.
“You know you want to know what the key is for, dahling.”
A “riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.”
And my favorites…
“Papa, dolly needs a kiss.”
“Must both of us be present at the same time for this portrait?”
“Do you have the megrim?”
“I have the husband.”*
*They were actually very happily married, by all accounts.
- Slang term taken from the 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue.