I love vintage millinery. There is something about an old crumbling silk rose that makes me begin to dream.
I dream of things like who owned this lovely flower . . . and was it her first dance that she wore it to . . . maybe it was pinned to the waist of her dress . . . or tucked behind her ear, while she sang a song to the man she loved.
To me vintage roses are full of mystery, mysterious past lives that we will never know about.
Except for this one . . .
A beautiful champagne silk rose
This one was my mother’s. She gave it to me years ago and I have treasured it since that day. I live far from my Mom and when I look at this rose it brings me closer to her.
More Vintage Roses
This red rose oozes romance.
Pretty bouquet of violets
A wonderful vintage corsage with miniature glass bird.
White millinery silk roses . . . The very height of elegance.