Now, how about millinery?
I could be an apprentice, and gradually rise until I imported everything direct from Paris." "But, Polly," objected Margery, "you know you never could tie a bow, or even put a ribbon on your sailor hat." "But I could learn.

Do you suppose all the milliners were called to their work by a consciousness of genius?
Perish the thought! If that were true, there wouldn't be so many hideous hats in the shop windows.
However, I don't pine for millinery; it's always a struggle for me to wear a hat myself." "You 've done beautifully the last year or two, dear, and you 've reaped the reward of virtue, for you 've scarcely a freckle left." "Oh, that isn't hats," rejoined Polly, "that's the law of compensation.
When I was younger, and did n't take the boarders so much to heart, I had freckles given to me for a cross; but the moment I grew old enough to see the boarders in their true light and note their effect on mamma, the freckles disappeared.

Now, here 's an idea.

I might make a complexion lotion for a living.

Let me see what I 've been advised by elderly ladies to use in past years: ammonia, lemon-juice, cucumbers, morning dew, milk, pork rinds, kerosene, and a few other household remedies.