Vinegar: Fantasy

The vinegar rinse had done nothing for her freckles, which still lined up like constellations along her nose. It wouldn't be so bad if they'd stop *moving*, but as it was, a swain had only to stare into her eyes...and then let his gaze drift down to her freckles...and before long he'd be too dizzy to walk straight. True, it was an advantage when bargaining at the shops, since shopkeepers disliked being dizzy and disliked even more when she struck up conversations with their customers and made *them* dizzy, but she would vastly prefer clear porcelain skin, deep eyes, magnificent hair, and soft hands--the sort of thing that her sister was always being praised for. She? Well, she never--

Inspiration: Dad talking about a vinegar rinse for washing dishes.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: I like the character, but so far the story does not distinguish itself.