You see that petite patch of promise? That sweet scratch of special? Seeing this little gem at my toes set my hairs on end. It is the real deal historical terrazzo floor in what used to be Richard Robinson’s old digs on Sussex.
It was under glued floors, plastic thin set and grime. Layers of it. I am helping one of the finest milliners in our country dust off this noble corner, infuse it with the freshness of her youth and fill it with her bottomless talent. Ottawa has plucked another feather for its’ cap. I am pleased as punch to let it slip that today Ottawa added a little more sauciness to her mix.