Welcome to the 2025 Pinkorama!  It is my great delight to present to you this year’s Pinkoramae, starting with an entry from returning mother/daughter champions, Carla and Rowan.

This year, Carla and Rowan have chosen as their subject Pink Carnation #5, The Tempeeption of the Night Jasmine: specifically the bit where Charlotte and Robert go hunting for unicorns using jam tarts as a lure.  (I think this comes under the heading of If You Know You Know.)

Here they are, out in the meadow!

You can see Charlotte remembered to wear her princess hat and a very Charlotte floral frock.  Robert, meanwhile, is holding the platter of jam tarts (and from his jam-free countenance, I think we can safely say that he has nobly refrained from sampling any of them.)

And look!  I believe they’ve succeeded in enticing a unicorn!

It’s a shy creature, but unable to resist those jam tarts.

Let’s take a closer look, shall we?

Note the rainbow horn.  Let’s hope it’s always rainbows and jam tarts for Charlotte and Robert!

Now, let’s take a closer look at the exquisite workmanship on these Peeple!

He’s no dandy, that Robert.  His blond hair is all tousled.  But you can see he’s dressed for the occasion in a neatly tied cravat and very proper coat and waistcoat.

Our Charlotte, of course, is in full princess mode in a floral frock, conical hat, and pure joy all over her sugary countenance.

And because Carla and Rowan are wonderful, they’ve included the relevant scene for us:

From The Temptation of the Night Jasmine:

Robert smiled at the sudden recollection of one of those fancies.  “Do you still believe in unicorns?”

Charlotte’s cheeks flared with color.  “I can’t believe you remember that after all these years!”

He hadn’t, until now.  “How could I forget?  It’s not everyone who goes unicorn hunting with a plate of jam tarts.”

“I thought it might be hungry,” protested Charlotte.  “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“It was.”  Robert smiled reminiscently.  “Those were excellent tarts.”

“You told me the unicorn had come for them!”

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

Charlotte folded her arms across her chest, trapping her book in front of her breasts.  “You mean you liked raspberry tarts.” 

“That, too.”  Robert grinned down at her, watching as she struggled to keep up her air of mock reproof and failed miserably.  He was surprised to hear himself saying, “Perhaps we should go unicorn hunting again sometime.”

Charlotte beamed at him.  “Only if you leave some of the tarts for me this time.”

“We’ll have the kitchen make up a double batch.”

“Triple,” corrected Charlotte.  “We’ll want some for the unicorn.”

Looking down at her shining face, her hair glinting like a personal halo in the light of the setting sun, Robert could almost believe she might find her unicorn, somewhere out in the gardens of Girdings House.  In the army, overseas, he would have scoffed at the notion that such radical innocence could still exist, even tucked away in the remote corners of an English country house.  It was a bit like stumbling upon a unicorn, or some other creature generally believed extinct.

Reaching forward, Robert tucked one of her flyaway curls back behind her ear.   “You look like a lady in a medieval tapestry.  All you need is the unicorn at your feet.”

“And one of those big, conical hats,” suggested Charlotte, tilting her head in a way that he remembered from all those years ago.  “I believe those are de riguer for unicorn-hunting maidens.”

“We’ll have to find you one,” said Robert.  “There must be one somewhere in this great pile.”   

I love these tiny outfits (and the plate of jam tarts!) so much!  Take a bow and a jam tart, Carla and Rowan!  Thank you so much for bringing Charlotte and Robert to peep.  It makes me so happy to know that Charlotte and Robert have found their rainbow-hued unicorn.

Head back here tomorrow for Pinkorama #2….