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Art deco flapper in profile on an arm
Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo
A woman in profile wears a beaded, cloche-style headpiece with curled hair framing her face, set against a fan of angular art deco rays. The linework is bold and black with solid fills, and shading is soft and blended on the skin tones, with a red flush on the cheek. Olive gold, sage green and cream dominate the palette, with black geometric panels and dotted chain details below; the collage shows the full design and close-up detail views.
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Dear Win,
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The beading frame came up from the depot on Tuesday, and I have been bent over it since, threading pearls onto silk by the lamp because the light in the back room is no good after four. Mr Abernathy wants forty cloches for the Palomar dance hall by the first of the month, each with a fan of gold stripes at the crown. He says the city has gone sharp and angular since the Paris exhibition, that women want rays and steps in their hats the way buildings have them now. I told him the rays were his idea and the pearls were mine, and he laughed and paid me for the pearls.
Do not tell Mother I am taking the Sunday train to Barstow. I need the sand and the long straight road more than I need church. There is a motel out past the dry lake where the owner keeps a radio and a lemon tree, and the desert at dusk turns the sage the colour of old brass. I sketched it on the back of a receipt. You would laugh at how I drew the hills: stepped like the chevrons on the hatbox.
Here is the news I meant to lead with. Abernathy's girl, the one with the cream-coloured bob, asked me to make her a headpiece for her wedding, and I said yes before I thought about what it would mean to sew a thing so grand for someone else's day. Forty cloches are easy. One bride is a different matter. I keep picturing her turning in profile in the window of the church, the gold catching the light, and wondering whether anyone will look at the hat or at her.
Write back, and send the good scissors if you can spare them. Mine have gone blunt on the wire.
Love, Edie
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