Found while cleaning.
Dried corsage from an unknown occasion. It was resting inside an opaque ceramic lidded box. And now that I look at it, boutonnière seems a more apt description. But here’s the thing- Preserved to remember a special occasion? A sentimental moment. And I’ve not a clue what it could be.
I’m certain other people wear the flowers for the occasion, remove them from their clothing, then slip them into the trash.
A six word Saturday
Lady Slippers, cypripedium reginae, are rare these days. These were seen in the woods at Fallingwater in the Laurel Highlands while on a Landscape Hike with the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy on Members’s Day. I was invited to be a guest of Erika’s Uncle Larry, who is an enthusiastic environmentalist, and shared a wonderful day at the Barn at Fallingwater with his family.
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cypripedium_reginae)
https://waterlandlife.org/fallingwater/
Grandson Michael plays Man #3 is his schools musical production. Annie. Laura and I got to see him on stage Friday night. We had a great time. For $1 you could get a flower and write a congratulatory gram attached with a ribbon.
The vase holding the flowers was a wedding gift from my friend Vincie, Erika reminded me.
Walking to book club (to discuss The Madonnas of Leningrad), I came across this single blossom which had poked through the slats of my neighbor’s fence. The setting sun illuminated the new green leaves. Unretouched Photo.
My sister gave me this vintage apron years ago.
It’s a conversation piece. I don’t know who made it.
Most of my aprons hang inside the pantry door and aren’t vintage. That will be another post.
This half apron is fun to wear when hostessing,
Just lift up the skirt of the dress for the unexpected.
A bit of lace and an embroidered flower. The fabric of the midriff is worn and there is a hole right where the navel would be. Maybe it is one of a kind?
And of course it it all trimmed with good old rick- rack.
OoooooLaLa
Silent Sunday
