When it comes to greeting cards I am a terrible, terrible snob. For just the right one I will search alot, pay alot, and not mind one bit.
So naturally around this time of year, I like to consider that the Greeting
Game Is Afoot. But this year I was having no luck at all. Everything I saw either featured illustrations poorly rendered, garish colors or boring 'woodcuts'…oh, how I cursed them!
So I decided that I would make
my own cards. Why not? I had
made them before, but had
somehow got out of the habit. The process is an easy one, and the idea is perfect for a girl who likes to play dress-up: I simply take a photo of my garish mug (I just go to the nearest precinct), and paste it over the face of someone who takes my fancy; someone I wouldn't mind being for a tiny while. And I do it old-school: with scissors, tape and a xerox machine. (the day I learn to Photoshop, Stonehenge will melt)
This year I found three candidates. Door #1: Camille Clifford: I could be the original Gibson Girl, approaching 6 ft. in height and wear a clinging floor-length gown, which would show off my 14-inch waist to best effect.
Or I can take a look behind Door #2: I can take the place of Adolf Meyer-Watson, taking over the costume he wore to the Devonshire House Ball, in 1897. I would then be able to wear: "a grey satin tunic elaborately embroidered in steel with ruby velvet trunks". "Ruby velvet trunks"? C'mon!
But all doors must be opened. Door #3: We would find Margot Asquith, coming to this same Ball as a snake charmer, with a gold snake wrapped around her bodice, a headpiece about to take flight and a spangled white gown. Which did I choose? Do you have to asp?