The Ancestors: In The Nursery

Chapter 1

'In The Nursery'

Like all family's of a certain distinction, there was a good dose of dysfunction lurking beneath their cool exterior. To understand the depths of their twisted psyche, lets wander back to the early years and inspect the workings of children at play.

Maman and Papa were often absent parents. Busy with their ever so important positions in society, they would leave the children unattended for hours and even sometimes days. Papa would be off sailing the seven seas, going into battle with the castoff scum that blighted the wild blue yonder with their pirating ways. Maman would be locked in her salon, entertaining 'guests' or stuck in a state of perpetual indecision, unable to choose which shoes should accompany some overblown garment purchased with the booty of Papa's pirate capturing rewards.

So.. Left to their own devices, the children would engage in a battle of their own. A battle to determine who would be the victor to rule the roost of the coveted nursery.

Georgiana

Although identical to her twin brother in physical attributes [well mostly], that was where the likeness ended. Georgiana detested the look alike outfits she was forced to endure and would plan and devise frivolous ensembles ready to be worn once the clock struck 10, for then George would be off for his private lessons and Georgiana would have the nursery to herself. Many hours could be spent grooming her vast doll collection, donning the outfits schemed in the morn, and rearranging the decor to something more suitable to her feminine sensibilities. Maman surely would be pleased [if only she would visit]. Georgiana was becoming a fine young lady, a replica of her Maman, and she felt it was high time she had her own salon and no longer had to deal with George and his silly little boy ways. But she was content for now. Like all little girls she dreamt of the day she would marry some dashing Captain and move to her own chateau far away from the annoying George.

George

Destined to inherit the riches of his family, George would become a hapless young man with no ambition and even less intelligence, devoid of the gumption that inhabited his youth. For as a boy he was quite the devious little fellow. A little spoilt and more than a little cunning. Infuriated that Georgiana would girly up the nursery with her fluff and bother, he would set to work to put it right.. A man's world he would create. A world where pirates were aplenty and dollies should hide in their silly little houses lest some wicked pirate were to capture them quickly, cut off their heads and use their locks of hair  to tie up the mainsail. Captain Cordoba would keep watch from the chair and alert George of the approaching enemy. Yes a pirate's life seemed just right for little George and justly so a beastly pirate should have beastly pirate things to play with.  

So it was a stalemate of sorts

Time and destiny would determine the victor of the nursery

[to be continued]

Previously on Being Ruby

If you missed it. The prelude to The Ancestors can be found [here]

With much encouragement from our readers we are pleased to have presented Chapter 1

Back To 2012

Hi Everyone!! Thanks for your indulgence. Too much fun has been had creating The Nursery and I've had to stop myself from messing with the images. We'll save some ideas for future chapters, but now back in 2012.. I hope you are all off to a good start with your week. I'm currently in limbo. Waiting for a new contract to start and delays with the paperwork.. I'm not very good with waiting and have been distracting myself with this 'fluff and bother' as George so meanly describes it!!

Well it's off to the post office for me. Sending off the booty to the giveaway winners

Have A Lovely Week

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Mmlle Georgiana is dressed by Miss Ruby

Master George dresses himself thank you very much!!!

All decor and styling by Miss Ruby and her team of multiple personalities

No Dolls were harmed in the making of this production