I have a great fascination with Victorian parasols.
As a child I would love to take my little umbrella out into the sunshine and watch it spin around.
The silver metal spokes would catch the sun and I would be mesmerised. I would play dress ups in my mum's old dresses and heels and pretend that i was a lady.
Just like every other little girl loves to do.
I drool over Pinterest pages at all of the glorious old parasols. Some are in museums and have belonged to princesses.
WELL OVER THE WEEKEND AT THE FLEA MARKET I FOUND MY VERY OWN PARASOL.
It actually belonged to some body's Grandmother.
I asked the young lady why she would ever let such a beautiful heirloom leave her clutches.
Her reply, "because my husband has threatened to throw many of my treasures out because I have so much so I thought I would let some of them go to a good home."
I actually scratched my head in wonder why a loving husband would do such a thing ?
But I was so taken with this pretty parasol that the lady was happy that it would now be mine.
It is made of silk and has a pretty rose pattern on it.
The spokes are all perfect and it is in good working order. The handle is hand carved wood and a little cream tassel hangs from it.
Unfortunately moths have taken to the silk in patches in a couple of areas but it's beauty still shines through.
If I close my eyes then I can picture the lady's Grandmother walking along the street shading her face from the sun.
She would have looked quite the picture with her very pretty parasol !
Moth holes or not, I love it anyway !
I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow for