Bag
My Mom’s wee bag from the 40s or 50’s – not sure which. She danced on Lawrence Welk once and I can’t help but wonder if she purchased the purse for that reason. It was a very big deal, back then.
Just think… every little pearl bead was hand stitched on. That must have been labor intensive.
Should have taken a picture of the interior; it’s pristine.
Never been to an event which would have merited a clutch of this beauty. Which is a damn shame.
The Sky
Okay, I’ve obviously watched too much t.v. Can’t stop looking at the picture.
What I see: clearly, the world is about to end because there’s a mushroom cloud to the north. So, a lion is lifting a bear (really!) to a beautiful fountain to get… what? I get stuck there. Elixir of life? Grape soda??
Hmm…















