Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Violets and Silverplate






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......???

6 comments:

Carole said...

So Pretty....the color purple always makes me think of Spring. Also makes me think of that poem "When I am old I will where PURPLE"
Great color at any age.

Ali ~ Betty & Violet said...

A lovely post...I am very partial to violets and I collect almost anything vintage to do with them! This old perfume box is gorgeous! An ambition of mine is to visit Toulouse where violets are grown commercially in France...one day...
Your blog is beautiful and I shall now follow your stories...

Laura said...

Thank you for sharing that about Toulouse....I did not know that.....there is something so sweet about violets....

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Weißer Vintagezauber said...

Hello,
what for a nice pictures with lovely things.
Many greetings,
Elke.