Glamour, Beauty and love of vintage
Glamour: an exciting and often illusory and romantic attractiveness <the glamour of Hollywood>; especially : alluring or fascinating attraction .

Ah, the days of Hollywood glamour. When Beauty was a deliberate thing. Intentional. Sitting at a dressing table with the purpose of preparing one's self for the day. I find I have less time for these rituals. My routine has become streamlined; more often than not I'm applying lip gloss at stop lights. And yet, I do admire the accoutrements of a dressing table; brushes, combs, cut glass perfume bottles, atomizers, the powder puff, etc. Jewelry boxes casually stacked with strands of pearls, beautiful rings, of gifts that symbolized an important event. Someday, I will find a space in my home for just such a setting. But for now, while I wait at red lights, my mirror will have to suffice.

Here's a mirror that I sold recently at a show. It's a hand mirror, circa 1940's that came from an estate. The mirror was in surprisingly good shape. I removed the satin backing that had rumpled with age. Not to worry, it will reappear somewhere else, as the brocade has an enchanting timeworn quality. Perhaps a portion will appear in a vintage locket or another trinket. But that's a topic for another post. Photographic abilities aside, I really like the end result of this transformation. This previously grimey, forgotten accessory was transformed into something completely different. The addition of a butterfly was not an accident. It represents the potential that exists in all of us.
The new back of the mirror is lined with music, the image of a woman in a portrait hat, a butterfly and vintage rhinestones. The caption reads, "Beauty". This mirror went home with someone who shares my affection for vintage items. I know it found a good home.

Ah, the days of Hollywood glamour. When Beauty was a deliberate thing. Intentional. Sitting at a dressing table with the purpose of preparing one's self for the day. I find I have less time for these rituals. My routine has become streamlined; more often than not I'm applying lip gloss at stop lights. And yet, I do admire the accoutrements of a dressing table; brushes, combs, cut glass perfume bottles, atomizers, the powder puff, etc. Jewelry boxes casually stacked with strands of pearls, beautiful rings, of gifts that symbolized an important event. Someday, I will find a space in my home for just such a setting. But for now, while I wait at red lights, my mirror will have to suffice.

Here's a mirror that I sold recently at a show. It's a hand mirror, circa 1940's that came from an estate. The mirror was in surprisingly good shape. I removed the satin backing that had rumpled with age. Not to worry, it will reappear somewhere else, as the brocade has an enchanting timeworn quality. Perhaps a portion will appear in a vintage locket or another trinket. But that's a topic for another post. Photographic abilities aside, I really like the end result of this transformation. This previously grimey, forgotten accessory was transformed into something completely different. The addition of a butterfly was not an accident. It represents the potential that exists in all of us.
The new back of the mirror is lined with music, the image of a woman in a portrait hat, a butterfly and vintage rhinestones. The caption reads, "Beauty". This mirror went home with someone who shares my affection for vintage items. I know it found a good home.

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