Let’s hope that the mirror, mirror explains to Giselle that one doesn’t pair frilly window treatments with low-grade Venetian blinds. (We’ll overlook the glaring, slatternly choice of nearly exposing her trundle bed to the world. Some people have challenges in their life that just can’t be met.)
Note: This is part of an on-going experiment at Bonnywood. Details found here.
P.S. Please ignore the odd watermark in the lower right. I didn’t notice it until I was just about to share this. Perhaps Giselle’s trundle bed is bilingual?
Categories: Past Imperfect