Gilt induced guilt.....

Gilty pleasures sometimes make me feel guilty.

I add them to my shop after keeping them to myself for awhile.

Periodically, I go into my spudio (that's part spare room and a studio) dust them and fondle them lovingly.

They make me smile. This week I sold a trio of these goodies in rhodium to a woman in Australia. As I lovingly and carefully packed them in bubble wrap, my hope was that the new owner would receive as much pleasure as I have from them.

Can a girl ever have enough of these shiny gold, silver and brass wonders?

Probably. But, it's an addiction for me. Like a moth to the flame, I am drawn to them and feel compelled to have them all. Mmwwaaaahaaaaahaaaaa! But darn it all, I keep finding different styles and manufacturers of these fine things to lust after. Oy, the guilt - the pleasure - the guilt - the pleasure. Where does it all end?

Alas, my guilt is gilt induced. Filigreed ormolu, shiny, faux stones, rhinestones, real stones. I'm buying/selling/buying/selling. There's no end to it. I must have them, even though I have no more dresser room, no more vanity room. Putting them in the bathroom is out of the question. Moisture isn't good for my babies.

I'll have to have shelves built if I don't straighten up. Like that's gonna happen.

Maybe it stems from not being able to touch such lovelies when I was a wee lass.
No grandma's jewelry box rummaging....no touching the comb and brush set.
No applying red lipstick or 'Evening in Paris' on the sly. I never have been a good liar.

I think this fascination with things feminine occurred when I bought my first 'Gunne Sax' dress back in 1971. I was just old enough to have a figure to fill it.

"So! this was what it was like," I said in my 14 year old head. Having a pretty thing. Being a pretty thing.
I liken that feeling to having your first glass of champagne. Heady! Bubbly! Wonderful!

Mind you, I have never been a 'female's female' as Peggy Lee once sang in that song "I Enjoy Being a Girl." Always having shin scrapes and scabby knees from playing too hard outside, and dirt under my fingernails from touch football, climbing trees and bike wars against the boys. Touching the lovelies was off limits....I shoulda been a boy was a mantra in my home.

A few years ago, I purchased my first Stylebuilt kleenex box. Then a Saks Fifth Ave hairspray topper, a Matson trinket box, a Florenza lipstick holder. I was given an antique vanity by a dear friend to display it all. I had hit Paydirt! Now I can't keep my hands off of 'em whenever they are within reach. Desire and longing fulfilled. Until the next time.

Now, tongue in cheek aside: Here is what I bought just for me this week after being up to my eyeballs in new stuff to go through, clean and inspect before listing in my shop.

Yesterday, I graduated to the 'big' time. A music/trinket box from the 1920s.






Yes, a graduation, from gilt to obsession. The likes of Apollo, Silvercraft and Yule will surround me. So much gilt......so little time.

'Til Soon,
Rose

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