Day #2: Winter Clothes

A cheerful blonde head intruding into her newest secret dark place (the festively-decorated fireplace) startled Lucy out of her afternoon poetry writing session.

"Lucy! Do you mind if I borrow you for a sec? I need to measure the circus-french of your head."

"...Circumference?" Lucy asked. "Why?"

"Because, O-M-Gosh, I just saw the cutest little hat that I think you'd look, like, totes adorbs in!"

Lucy reluctantly let Leni do her thing.

Several days later, she presented a hat to Lucy.

While the fluffy pom-pom on top wasn't her style, at least the hat was solid black.

She couldn't complain.