What could be more romantic than a trunk full of vintage roses?
I recently took this plate down from its display on the wall, and it hasn't found a new place yet. But it's looking fine nestled in with a pile of vintage linens and laces.
This vintage curtain panel gets to come out and parade for awhile like the bloom of late roses. The ones I don't have.
A pile like this leaves me feeling a little girlish, like I once felt draping my dolls on a Saturday afternoon, imagining I was whatever and wherever I wanted to be. . . . It seems to be working its magic on me again. . . .
I hope you get a little carried away today too!
Ciao! for now!
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