|With thanks for the photo to Ruby Lane Vintage.|
|Another Ruby Lane treasure.|
In rare moments when stress threatened her equilibrium, Gloria felt herself lean back into what was beautiful, its firm, gentle embrace cushioning any fall. We are all tortoises, she thought, whom circumstance would see flipped over onto our shells. Beauty is the handy rock by which we can, with effort, maneuver our limbs and engineer an escape from peril. Beauty is the secret weapon in our bag of tricks.