Wednesday, 20 November 1878

This evening after my bath I suddenly became so pretty that I spent twenty minutes looking at myself. I am sure that if I had shown myself anywhere I would have [had] a success with the face I had today.
An absolutely dazzling complexion — so delicate, so gentle; cheeks barely touched with rose. For vigour, only the lips and eyebrows, with the eyes.
And to think it serves no purpose! It will serve... but what is outrageous is that all of this must fade, turn to parchment, and die!
Please do not think me blind; when I look bad I see it well enough, I assure you; and this is the first time I have been pretty for quite a while now.
Painting takes everything.