. . . one of the guestrooms in p’s parents’ home has the most luxuriously lovely floral bedding trimmed in yards and yards of ruffles, and always seems to be enveloped in a perfect slant of dusky sunlight; and ever since the waking up in such loveliness the very first morning, have had a new-found fondness for ruffles, whether floral, or enchantingly dreamed up in the most breathtaking lace . . .
