The Lure of the Powder Puff

I love this old engraving of a woman performing her morning toilette.

toi•lette

The act or process of dressing or grooming oneself.

When I was a little girl, I was fascinated by the morning rituals of my Mother and older sister. From washing their faces, to toner, cream, makeup, and of course, the perfect powder puff finish. It was fun to watch how they applied their lipstick so meticulously, and the lovely scents of the creams they used, but one particular item caught my attention . . . my Mother's lovely powder puff. Her puff held a certain mystery, a magic that called to the very deepest feminine part of my soul. I yearned for the day when I would have my very own powder puff to dip in a fragrant batch of silky white powder.

I have collected these sweet little powder puffs over the years.

Now the pièce de résistance of this post . . .

This amazing powder puff was made by the lovely Lori of My Faerie Window. I adore Lori! Her tastes are refined and delicate, and her palette of colors is perfect!

She has created the loveliest confection of vintage beauty. Lori emailed me with photos of this puff, and of course I started salivating. She hit a raw nerve with this beauty. I had to have one. I could never bear to use it in powder though, but I will look at it often as it sits on my vanity table.

Another confection by Lori

This one had a small surprise tucked inside. Thank you, Lori! I will treasure these sweet gifts. They make me smile!