Wednesday, March 4, 2009
When the violets finally appear......we will know spring is here. For now that promise is buried beneath the snow and so I must be content with the silk, paper, flocked and sugared violets I have on hand. The tiny doll's purse in luscious purple is just large enough to hold a penny. The paper container for soaps......"Violettes de Toulouse" was brought back from the Paris Marche' aux Puces, ( flea market) at Clignancourt where I traveled with my husband, Lynn and Steve ten years ago. We were in Paris celebrating our anniversaries and it was the most romantic week ever. The silver plate tray is pitted and marred but the detail is lovely and the inscription....."To Mr. & Mrs Brashear......14/11/98".....(November 14, 1898...) conjures up visions of a turn of the century wedding. I should have taken a photo of the back "15...071..... Boston Silver Co, 4 plates..."hard white metal"....hmmm...1898 was the same year my Nana was born.....I wonder who the Brashears were.....and if their marriage was long and happy......???