Madame Mitchell finds that fashionably late can easily turn into frightfully rude. But what to do if you’ve been unavoidably detained? Fifteen minutes tardiness requires a quick call with an apology and a promise to get there quick sticks, thirty minutes warrants a polite and pretty excuse, an hour’s lateness best be accompanied by trinkets to soothe tempers, and any longer demands a new clock (this lovely one is from Anthropologie) and more likely, new friends.
Madame Dent is none too concerned, she finds the fun doesn’t start until she gets there.
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and I love also the graphics of your blog.
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Aw, shucks, you’ve made us blush.