Ok, this is about a painting. It was an assignment in one of my classes.
I am beautiful, and I have a taste for fashion. I was delighted when an artist asked me to pose for a painting. He was obviously impressed with my good looks, for he said, “I like the contrast of your hat and blue dress.” I sat down where he told me and tried to look demure, but I was excited! An artist was painting me, and all my high society friends would turn green with envy. They would try to make light of my portrait saying, “How awful that hat looks; her dress is ugly,” and other nonsense. But I care not. For my beauty and good taste will become known to all the world, and gentlemen will notice me. I shall be sought out by all the wealthy merchants; they will want me as their wife. Songs will be written to honor my beauty. Poets will….
“Madam?” The artist was finished.
I stood up and inspected his work. “Perfect,” I said, “What name will you give it?”
“I shall call it, ‘The Girl With The Red Hat,” he answered.
“But shouldn’t it be ‘Miss Elsa Wentworth with the Red Hat?’” I asked.
“What I name it is what it shall be called,” he replied.
Well, he had his way, the high and mighty snob! No wonder he never received any commissions! I can still expect to get many gentlemen callers from our city, though. And somewhere, far away, I can picture a rich prince examining my portrait and saying, “Girl With The Red Hat, I shall find you.”
I am beautiful, and I have a taste for fashion. I was delighted when an artist asked me to pose for a painting. He was obviously impressed with my good looks, for he said, “I like the contrast of your hat and blue dress.” I sat down where he told me and tried to look demure, but I was excited! An artist was painting me, and all my high society friends would turn green with envy. They would try to make light of my portrait saying, “How awful that hat looks; her dress is ugly,” and other nonsense. But I care not. For my beauty and good taste will become known to all the world, and gentlemen will notice me. I shall be sought out by all the wealthy merchants; they will want me as their wife. Songs will be written to honor my beauty. Poets will….
“Madam?” The artist was finished.
I stood up and inspected his work. “Perfect,” I said, “What name will you give it?”
“I shall call it, ‘The Girl With The Red Hat,” he answered.
“But shouldn’t it be ‘Miss Elsa Wentworth with the Red Hat?’” I asked.
“What I name it is what it shall be called,” he replied.
Well, he had his way, the high and mighty snob! No wonder he never received any commissions! I can still expect to get many gentlemen callers from our city, though. And somewhere, far away, I can picture a rich prince examining my portrait and saying, “Girl With The Red Hat, I shall find you.”
Lily00
