Here we are, our third and final Pinkorama of 2025!  This Pinkorama is brought to you by my eleven year old, and it’s something of a twist on the classic Pinkorama.  You’ll see why once you look at the photo….

Yes, that is, in fact, a giant crocheted Peep, given to me in early 2020 by our very own past Pinkorama champion, Laura.  There’s something wonderfully meta about having a crocheted Peep given to me in commemoration of the Pinkorama being then used to create a Pinkorama (also, less sugar on the floor of my daughter’s bedroom, says the person who vacuums that bedroom).

In this scene, from Chapter Twenty-Seven of The Girl from Greenwich Street, Hamilton returns home in the wee hours after the first, long day of the Levi Weeks trial, feeling considerably discouraged for reasons I can’t tell you because they would be a spoiler.  He finds his Eliza also awake (and strangely pink and long-eared).  She’s been up with their teething infant, but finds her husband some food, sits with him as he shares his concerns about the case– and manages to crack the case for him.

The food in this scene may be somewhat fancier than the cold roasted mutton, turnips, and potatoes Eliza provides Alexander in the book.

Notice what’s just outside their cozy dining area?  Yes, the body of a woman.  I’d like to claim she did this on purpose– putting Elma Sands back at the heart of the story!– but the truth is that I didn’t even notice that was there until after I’d been presented with the scene and took a picture of it for her.  But how accidentally perfect is that?  All that’s missing is a well….

Before we go, here’s a close up of Laura’s amazing Peep.  She usually wears a Regency tippet that Laura crocheted, but for this occasion, she donned an American Girl Doll nightgown for her appearance as Eliza Hamilton.

As fun as it was to see this take shape (among all the other places my daughter has posed my Hamilton doll recently!), I feel like the real credit goes to Laura for creating this marvelous Peep.

Here’s part of the relevant scene from The Girl from Greenwich Street:

“I never thought I’d be grateful for a trial that ran into a second day—but I always knew enough to be grateful for you.” Alexander caught Eliza’s hand, looking up at her as she stood above him, with the light of the candle casting a glow about her white nightdress. “I am much more in debt to you than I can ever pay.”

 

She shook her head at him. “This isn’t your bank. There are no accounts and no lines of credit in a marriage.”

 

“Aren’t there?” Alexander said wryly. “All the same. Once this is over, I mean to pay my debt to you with a house all our own. Once he’s free, Levi Weeks can design it for us and Ezra Weeks will build it.”

 

And with any luck, his gratitude would extend to a substantial reduction in fee.

 

Eliza took up the candle. “Are you coming to bed?”

 

“Not just yet.” Suddenly, the mutton seemed extremely appetizing. He was, Alexander realized, tremendously hungry. “But I’ll be up shortly.”

 

Eliza took a candle from above the hearth, lighting it from her own. She set it down beside him, to light his way back to her.

 

“Don’t be too long,” she said. “You have important work to do tomorrow.”

 

A woman to be avenged, a murderer to be accused, and Burr to be put entirely out of countenance when Alexander delivered one of the best speeches he had ever penned.

 

Outside the window, the night’s black was beginning to lighten to gray. “Not tomorrow,” he said. “Today.”

Thanks so much to everyone who participated in this year’s Pinkorama!  I’ll be posting the traditional Pinkorama Round Up on Monday….