Because I just learned my favorite neighborhood cat died, after getting hit by a car.
Fanny Kemble and rainbows are always good for that.
From “Mrs. Ritchie’s” “Memoir” in the Atlantic Monthly (July 1893)
“In those days Mrs. Kemble had certain dresses which she wore in rotation whatever the occasion might be. If the black gown chanced to fall upon a gala day she wore it, if the pale silk gown fell upon a working day she wore it; and I can still hear an American girl exclaiming with dismay as the delicate folds of a white silk embroidered with flowers went sweeping over the anemones in the Pamphili Gardens.”
In her honor I will wear jeans to this afternoon’s reception because that is what I put on this morning. I need to work on my image as an eccentric.