The Life of the Party

She hadn’t been out in ages – she couldn’t remember the last time, really.  It was such a swell party, too. The caviar, the champagne, the music.  Divine.  She had worried that she might not fit in, was concerned that they might find her too old-fashioned, but the crowd had been charming.  She did not know when she would have a chance to take such a turn again, but she was happy to wait, remembering a most perfect evening.

I picked up this vintage Vendome brooch hunting and gathering at the Lauritzen Gardens Antique Show a couple of months ago.  She is pretty terrif.

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7 thoughts on “The Life of the Party

  1. With a brooch like that, she should not sit back and wait for such a turn again. She must go out and wear it well , that blast of pearl and light!

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