She loves those feather earrings - she can't have too many. She's found a new freedom in them.
She wears them all year round; they make her think of freedom and that grand-monday-tuesday masquerade.
"A little party in my Monday Coffee", she says. "I can get away with it", she says.
On every whim she buys a new pair, as she feels intoxicated by their opulence.
With every pattern, some bird has sacrificed for her esteem, and she doesn't mind.
Addicted she remains, until she finds a new way to avoid regular life.
--In honor of my dearest friend Marta who showed me how wonderful markers can be! Done completely with copics and pitt pens.