Southern Belladonna

My first summer in Savannah ( with its brutal, unrelenting heat and humidity ),face flushed with sweat and hair an untamed mass of frizz, I remember thinking to myself, "I'm never going to look pretty again ".

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I was, therefore, understandably impressed by the calibre of women I encountered here.

Polished and charming, not only did they manage to weather the elements but, more importantly, they got things done!

No messing with them.

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Nonplussed by Nature, they even seemed, like some modern-day goddesses, to have dominion over it.

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As journalist Cintra Wilson expressed, " I have always thought of Southern belles as a lethally-disciplined taskforce of femininity".

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Or, to use a more succinct colloquialism, " Powder puff in a Mack truck "

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Be sure to visit the shop for prints!

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