I love an old romance. The kind in old books or movies, and in the recesses of memory. I love the romance in old things. Found letters, faded fabrics, fragile lace.
A delicate pink flower pressed between antique pages speaks of old romance. And chippy old plates yellowed and crazed with age.
I kept thinking of the name Lavinia Swire with this post. Lavinia turns up this season in Downton Abbey. (The PBS series.) The name Lavinia Swire just trips off the tongue, and conjures up Edwardian ladies, and tragic love. It makes you want to write a novel just so you can invent a name like hers.
Lavinia would be at home with a rose strewn cloth at tea. This one is of quite a bit later vintage though.
But someone is always pouring tea at Downton. That's reason enough to tune in on a Sunday night. That, and romance. . . .
This is the reverse side of the lady cup.
I hope you're enjoying the season of romance.
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