What is it about old millinery flowers that are so irresistible? The faded colors of the stamens and leaves? The hand-made twisting of the floral wire? The soft, silky petals accented with velvet?
Today I heard that two of my favorite vintage flower vendors in Manhattan are closing up shop. I called and spoke with each of them for quite some time and we all agreed that flower making has become a dying art. Long gone are the days when a fashion designer would call up a flower presser in New York and order hundreds of hand-made silk flowers. So, I will make a trip to New York soon to say goodbye to these friends as well as stock up on boxes and boxes of vintage fabric botany!