I'm working on one of those posts with Big Thoughts. Meanwhile, I will entertain you with the OTHER girl on my bulletin board.
Judging by the way the guys around her are dressed, this must be the 1920s. I see more than her vampiness...maybe her independence? Her ability to command your attention? Who knows...I just know I love her to pieces.
And I wonder a lot how she turned out. I never forget that the blue-haired ladies blocking Aisle 5 with a shopping cart, the invisible women lining the halls of the nursing home, the aunt with the funny-smelling apartment...they are each the stuff of the black and white photos scattered on the flea market table. You just can't tell unless you know how to see.