Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 1 décembre 1799, An 8 (175): Chapeau - Capote. Schall de Casimir. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands
'Chapeau-capote' with a long transparent veil with a floral pattern covering the face. A long 'casimir' scarf around the neck. Dress with long sleeves and train. Flat shoes with pointed toes. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Pierre de la Mésangère, Paris, 1797-1839.
Record Group 330: Records of the Office of the Secretary of DefenseSeries: Combined Military Service Digital Photographic Files
Photograph of the Womens Vietnam Memorial in Washington, DC, taken at night. The sculpture shows four figures. A standing woman in military fatigues looks up at the sky while one had reaches behind her to touch another woman who is nursing a wounded soldier. The fourth figure is just visible kneeling behind the other two women. Behind the sculpture, the Washington Monument is visible.
It's finally December and the first chapter is ready for you. The prompts I used were peppermint - holiday décor - snowflake. This is what to expect today:
Not many people know how sweet Sherlock can be. The one who knows this most of all, is John, who quite often is at the receiving end of this sweetness. Like this very moment for instance. If you’ll accompany me to a certain flat in London, I’ll show you.
December 1
John is browsing the internet in search of festive holiday décor for the Yard’s Christmas party the following weekend. He chuckles. There really are some hideous things out there.
Sherlock appears in the doorway, beckoning John to make room on the coffee table. In his hands is a tray filled with two mugs and a plate of chocolate biscuits. John places his laptop under his chair and clears the table in front of the sofa. The aromas from the goods Sherlock’s brought, are divine and John rubs his hands in anticipation.
“I can’t believe you sometimes,” John murmurs and pulls Sherlock in for a kiss once he’s placed the tray on the table.
“Mm. I guess I have my moments,” Sherlock retorts against John’s lips.
The cocoa in the mugs is rich and sinful with a large amount of whipped cream on top, drizzled with cinnamon. Earlier that day, Mrs. Hudson had brought them the chocolate biscuits which are scented with peppermint. Another sinful treat.
Now and again the two men lean in to kiss whipped cream off each other’s upper lips. It’s a blissful moment and when the season’s first snowflake lands on the window, it’s almost too much. Almost.