This little skit suggested itself after seeing this pair tableau in The Fashion Museum. If you’re a regular reader, you’ll know how suggestible I am about the emotions of inanimate objects, or in fact, mannequins wearing clothes.
This is clearly a quite respectable couple, whose luxurious pristine virtue I felt duty bound to camp up a bit. There are many wicked uses for a cravat alone, I can tell you…
The Tale of Samuel and Madalene*
Madelene – The visitors are especially attentive today on the other side of the glass. But you look awfully grave, Samuel…
Samuel – We’ve been fixed in this exhibit for a good many years now Madelene.
Madelene – Well. Yes. It’s true we weren’t responsible for the curators’ whims.
Samuel turns away, his impressive chest swelling with emotion for the muslin draped fairy standing behind him.
Samuel – Even so, I thought it the right time to confess that I … have come to feel for you. Passionately. I feel a passionate admiration and respect for you, your independent qualities and your intellectual faculties. Faculties which we both seem to possess in perfect concert: without either of us having heads, and I –
Madalene – (very absentmindedly) Sorry….?
Samuel – Pay heed, dearest.
Madalene – Pardon me. But you look so callipygian in those breeches…
Samuel – You truly think so? Then you must feel –
Madalene – Indeed.
He turns, they regard each other joyfully, then remember that they cannot kiss.
Samuel – Shall we… hold sleeves?
Madalene – Oh yes! And in time, I may even condescend to show you my petticoat…
*I’ve used the original 18th Century spelling of this name before people go all ‘Spellcheck’ on my derriere. Also, too late, with frivolity I noticed “S&M.” Heh.
~ Pola ~