Shall I be Louis Quatorze for Hallowe’en?
It doesn’t seem like such a stretch, although I’ve been going through this matchy conservative thing lately.
I do like suede, suede boots, oh. Hate shininess, patent leather. Flannel bubble skirt in greens, Zara, bought secondhand in some other city. Where? I forget.
The fall which is now pretending to be winter making me oddly macho. I know I’m dressed like a secretary here more or less, but those are Harley-Davidson boots, and my stance is pure Sun King. N’est-ce pas?
Otohime 
“Shall I be Louis Quatorze for Hallowe'en?”
Yes, yes, YES!! Armored in purple.