The ballroom is a twitter...Lord Rosemont Dared to Show His Face!

    "Darling!" Lady Montague whacked her daughter with her fan. "Do not look at him, however, devilishly handsome he may be."
    "Oh, Mama," Cecilia groaned, wondering exactly what had happened to Lord Rosemont these past two years, and why has he decided to make his return, here, and now at the Harrington Ball.  "It's hard not too look...hmmm.  His eyes, Mama, his eyes, and..." Whack!  Her mother smacked her again with that blasted fan.  Rubbing her arm, Cecilia was sure there was a mark.
     "Sweetheart, Darling.  He's the rake of the worst order, and there is the scandal surrounding him that he poisoned his wife, poor dear. God bless her soul."  Lady Montague took a quick look at Lord Rosemont striding through the room with lazy purpose like a lion who knows very well that he is the predator and everyone else is the prey, and leaned back in toward her daughter.  "Why, he hasn't even taken a razor to his face!  A disgrace, I say.  A disgrace to his family's good name." 
     Thwack! "Mama!  That hurts."  Cecilia snapped her head away from Lord Rosemont's lucious black wavy locks and back to her mother.
    "Now, you listen to me, my daughter. Stay away from him. Stay far, far away from Lord Rosemont."
    Lady Cecilia opened her fan and covered her face, but stole another look at Lord Rosemont, tilting her head.  Lord Almighty, why must they make murderous rakes so beautiful?  "Mama, I'm going to the, eh, retiring room.  I'm sure I saw Aunt Sophie go in there."  Waving Cecilia's fan rapidly, "Perhaps I'll go join her and cool off a bit."
   "Okay, darling. Oh, look!  I see Lady Winters. I'm dying to speak with her. Ta, dear!"  Off Mama went bobbing through the crush seeking out her old gossipy friend, while Cecilia padded slowly toward the retiring room, and then stole a quick look back seeing her mother reach her destination and was already deep in conversation with Lady Winters.  Cecilia then proceeded to turn in the opposite direction....away from the retiring room.

Coming Soon...Delphinus Bloom and The Letter

Working on another sketch....Delphinius Bloom and The Letter....

It's a rather sweet sketch as of now, just in beginning phases of Phinny in her nightrail all gauzy and soft, her long brown braid tipped with honey glow draped over her shoulder propped up against pillows thinking about a letter in her hand.  Her night table drawer is open.  Leaves lots of questions...and her expression will leave you guessing as to her thoughts on the matter, but then only thing that is not in question is that the letter is important to Phinny.

Will take a picture soon!

Maybe I'll write a story to correspond with the picture.

p.s. This is all good art therapy for me as I have to have a lump removed from my left breast soon and I imagine it's not going to be pleasant.  As of yet, it is not cancer but could turn into it some day...something known as "Atypia"...my husband wishes it was "No-typia!"  Me, too!  So, between finances, work and health worries...the art is flowing, and so is my blog....It helps.  It really does.  And I am bursting with the need to draw and paint, so I am!  Peace!

p.s. Sir William Rosemont would be a good match for Lady Cecilia Whitworth. Don't you think?  Dashing couple they'd make!

Sir William Rosemont...the sketch

My first attempt at a male of the Regency Period...I was using the picture at left and combined another picture of a cravat and took it from there...kind of looks like James Infranco, the actor....ahh, but now, the tricky part....ADDING COLOR!  It's do or die time!  I have to work up the courage to add color, but if I get it right, this could be an intensely alluring picture.  What did he see?  Who did he see?  Did he overhear something?  Did he just misspoke and is regretting it?  He's walking one way but his head is still looking back.....hmmm....

The golden glow was the poor lighting in my dining room, but adds an antique quality to it.

Color coming soon!