I found a summer, sea blue bowl at the fleamarket the other day. It seemed like serendipity to find it strewn like a beautiful shell cast among the drifty wood piles of junk in the store. . . and at this time of year. . . on a Sunday afternoon when not much else was turning up. I picked it up to look it over, and it whispered something kitten-y soft and opalescent to me. I quickly surveyed the aisles like a pirate with a spyglass in case someone else might hear and consider snatching it away as I clutched it to my chest. But no. It was only for me to possess. Or to BE possessed . . . .
Here it lies in the sea foam of my Venetian lace cloth, surrounded by a spray of a vintage flocked sheer.
All is cradled in the lap of a beach blue chair.
A wild rose creamer sails above a wave of creamy plates.
A lacy panel puddles on a brick shore.
Thanks for wading out a little way with me today!
Happy First Day of Summer!
Ciao! for now!
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