black-muslin

Updated: June 21, 2025

I was wakened by the rattle of dishes, the clatter of pots and pans, and the rancid odor of frying bacon, bespeaking the fact that somebody's breakfast was under way in the next room to mine. I stepped across the bare, cold floor to the window, and, rolling up the sagging black-muslin blind, looked out upon the world.

Dorothy Richardson - The Long Day: The Story of a New York Working Girl As Told by Herself