"An ancient legend claims that the origins of lace lie in the so-called “trina delle sirene” – mermaid’s lace – an aquatic plant given by a sailor to a beautiful Venetian girl. She was so struck by its beauty that she wished to recreate it, thus giving rise to the art of lace-making."
Though the art of creating fine lace has nearly vanished, we may still hold onto those who treasure their craft, and continue to help create and shape an incredible and beautiful part of history. Lace can be found in many different forms, whether a sweet vintage handkerchief, a stunning gown from the runway, beautiful bed linens that have been passed down for generations, lacy undergarments, or a custom wedding gown, each stitch drawn in love.
And so, today we celebrate a history delicately woven of lace, as seen so beautifully in tales, memories, signs of love and life, embedded lovingly into each and every thread; we will discover secrets of lace making, intriguing moments in history, and close with a few lovely places around the world to find the perfect lace pieces . . .
. . . there are things we always come back to, one of which was intimated last week, and on this [romantically] overcast thursday, in a dusky café with a stack of [more] thank you cards to write, have been drawn, again and again, to this breezy, springtime-perfect room -- first published here, [like betsey johnson's pink manhattan apartment], in 2007, with the actual image, astonishingly, dating back to 2001, and yet, the clamshell-ruffle appliqué tablecloth, draped along the hardwood and shaped from a continuous two-hundred-yard-long strip of damask, is as breathtaking today, as it was so long ago . . .
. . . and the summery things were not packed away, as planned, this past weekend, afternoons spent, rather, in the november sun, and evenings on dinner dates at old favourite places . . . but happily, there is still time, for whites, crisp & warm, have been drifting past summertime to autumn [here & here], and straightinto winter . . .
. . . and in between the unpacked suitcases and last-minute trips, overflowing inboxes and busy days at the office, the starry autumn nights in silvery shoes and champagne, there was time to dream up brand new and wonderful things . . . one of which, is below . . .
. . . hello! it's lovely to see you again, and after an early morning show, followed by a mad dash across town to another in the afternoon, and lunch with laily at pastis, finally, a few [very brief] moments of repose to stop by and say hello, before the champagne pours at tonight's soirées . . . and apologies for the absence -- have been having a bit of time keeping up with the days, and so, posting may, regrettably, be a little off-schedule this week . . .
hope you're having a beautiful week so far & à bientôt, roséline xo
{p.s.} if you follow along on twitter, a few glimpses here & there
