Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.

Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning.

Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross.

True, but gross.

Because swinging is super fun, but it’s even better when you’re dressed like a Fragonard painting.

This entry was posted on August 11, 2014 by naralesser and tagged anachronisms, non-owl, otter, the arts.

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