This whole story was created around a cool old compact…
The story goes: it was after WWII, when the “greatest generation” returned home to rebuild their American Dream, in a normal middle-sized town in the United States where teenagers attended Central High (and didn’t so many towns have a HS with that name?!); there was a normal girl whose name has been lost in time, but perhaps she’s someone you know…
She’d peer into the mirror in the lid and dab a little more cheek color on with the pad, another pad to apply powder, then whip out a retractable brush from its gold tube and blend to a flawless complexion (a little fairer than the golden look preferred today). Then, she’d tuck the leather topped compact and the golden brush tube back into her handbag….
- A pin with a writing plume and an ink bottle – because she belonged to a writing club;
- A hammered brass puffed heart from the charm bracelet she always wore and a little bow pin like those that “all the girls” wore in those days;
- A large golden, loopy, pin that she wore on the suit she wore on the first day of her first “grown up” office job after graduation;
- A couple matte gold buttons that were on the sweater she was wearing when at her first cocktail party; as well as, another square button and one that was half mother of pearl, that were at the bottom of her jewelry box;
- There is a be-eagled button, from the uniform her groom wore at their wedding;
- A burgundy, jasper rock that she picked up while hiking in a Southwestern desert on their honeymoon;
- An ordinary marble that she found as she was planting marigolds at their first home;
- As well, as button proclaiming his membership in the National Rifle Association of America;
- A military “star” tack pin of her father’s that mom always wore on her winter coat collar;
- And, the brown enameled hoop earrings she was wearing when she visited Maine in the fall one year with her sister.
All the components tell the story of her life… and, thirty years of me collecting vintage components have gone into this piece… literally, there is nothing that could be found in a retail store today!
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