I adore the colors on this page - one of my favorites from Sloane.
Eve touches on something I think about a lot now that I'm settled and my husband has taken over a lot of social duties that I just never wanted to do. A single person is supreme overseer of those duties, and neglects them at their own peril. For many - and increasingly as we age - meeting the right person is a numbers game. The single and looking person must inevitably keep a stream of new relations in their lives if they ever want their lottery ball to come up. This means pushing through the fear of rejection, unbelonging, the fear of looking vulnerable, to find the next possibility.
These things still hurt. It's pure idiocy to walk into them. But I love to look back at those idiotic times and see their result.