I've never seen an old beaded bouquet like this one. The aged florist picks have a romantic ivory patina, and the ribbons have started to shred. It has been put aside with a matching veil for what appears to be a long time.
These sentimental objects have an unknown history, so I decided to frame up a picture story to go along with them.
A bit more lace, some scraps and tags, and a pretty camisole is enough to capture imagination and envision one happy day long ago. . . .
It seems I often find romance at the flea market.
Looking for love in all the right places.
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