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.
