Monday, February 22, 2010

Plum Lacy

Lacy was appropriately named; she was, and always had been, a girly girl. It hadn't been easy, growing up in Seattle (home of grunge everything) but she had managed to live through high school, move away, and find the place where she'd always belonged.

She was a southern girl from the flip of her hair to the spectator pumps on her feet. The accent stumped her, but the look was hers. As long as she kept her mouth shut, she fancied that no one knew she hadn't lived here all her life. She actually got points for being quiet; shyness and listening were rewarded here.

And the parties! Lacy loved the parties; she finally had a closet full of pretty dresses, matching shoes and bags and plenty of places to wear them. Garden parties, afternoon teas, dinner parties, debutante parties; Lacy loved them all. She knew how to behave here.

How odd that she'd grown up in the wrong place.

© 2010 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Seed beads, Swarovski crystals, glass cabuchons, Shimmerstone cabuchon by Paradox Moxie. Bead woven lace.