I've always loved the 1920's. I remember learning the Charleston in a social dancing group when I was 13. It was such fun, and I felt like a natural. And a friend I used to trade things with, her parents were auctioneers, so she had great stuff, traded me a beaded 1920's bag, for, I'm afraid something not worth the trade. I still have that deep blue bag and I often wonder what stories it could tell. Speaking of blue, the whole time I was painting this mysterious lady, the song, "Little Blusette" was playing in my head. No doubt, she is sad, having probably been jilted by a 1920's cad.