No Halloween shall be complete without my favorite antique October accessory:
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Sofia is visiting us again.
Sofia has only ever travelled as far as our home in Norfolk, but she Will. Not. Stop. speaking about how any day now she’ll ride away to London, crash a ball at Devonshire House and make Lord Byron fall madly in love with her, and they will run away together to Italy, where they will cohabit in a ruined Catholic abbey and spend their nights writing epigrams and solving riddles with the ghosts of deceived nuns.
On Wednesday last, she tearfully pressed upon me this portrait of herself to remember her by.
I wish she’d just GO already. I swear I’ll wear the damn brooch every day if it will get Sofia and her laudanum bottle out of my second best bedroom.
