The watercolor drawings of Edith Holden's book Nature Notes, published long after she had passsed on, have been described as having "the nostalgic charm of a vanished world." I suppose I am guilty of always pursuing that world. But how can one be nostalgic for a past one never experienced?
There are a lot of pretty things to be had in our own time. But charm is a quality beyond mere prettiness. Charm can't be mass produced. Sometimes it has to emerge from an object after a period of time has passed. And sometimes it's only a state of mind.
Charm has an idea of enchantment about it, as in something that takes us under it's spell, at least for a moment. It is the sober person's intoxicant.
Charm often requires looking for, or being creatively made. It can be practiced like the student in charm school (speaking of a vanished world), or cultivated like a garden. And it can be gathered up, piece by fragile piece, from the reaches of the past . . . .
Wishing you a weekend full of charm!