The Masquerader

Last December I was just killing time in jewellery store Lovisa when I found this lace metal mask. I fell instantly in love. I have a particular (and probably peculiar) fondness for masks, and have amassed quite a collection during my career.

Of course I haven’t worn this out. Yet. I am waiting for an invitation to a masked ball that will arrive shortly. (I hope my friends that are reading this are taking notes.) In fact, many years ago one of my old friends did host a masked ball (alright, it was just a regular party), and I actually used a strip of black chantilly lace tied around my head as a mask.

As far as useless items go though, this one is up there. It doesn’t actually hide anything. At a masked ball one is supposed to be all incognito so one can safely get up to high jinks undiscovered. One just must make sure to make one’s escape when the clock strikes midnight – before the unmasking.

Also, did I mention it’s been languishing on my tall boy for more than three months, as yet unworn?

But it is pretty though, right? A gorgeous, useless, irresistible little trifle. I thought so.