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blue glass bottles mid century cobalt italian empoli

One year ago I opened my little shop in Newport Beach.

When I unpacked my nicest brightest treasures onto the white Ekby Jarpen shelves [the affordable Ikea version of String Shelving] and there was SO much glassware it surprised me to realise I was a such a bowerbird.

Actually, FYI, not a true bowerbird,  as the crazy glass-and bright- object-collecting-bird is in fact, the male. They spend hours decorating their bachelor pad to pull a bird.

Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you…

Chuck Palahniuk [I’m re-reading Fight Club]

cut glass bowl empoli italian jug orange copy

So, yeah, where was I? I opened the shop… To deliver myself from Swedish furniture and clever art. To let it go and to share the love.

Holmegaard green glass candlestick vases mid century Royal Copenhagen copy 2Lots of glass. It’s kind of a thing. Light and light catching and lovely to look at, the amazing shapes it can form, the reflections it creates, it’s numerous uses… And its made from sand. Incredible really.

Over the last year I’ve learned a thing or two. About the pontil mark on the base [how you tell it if it’s hand blown as opposed to coming from a mould] and casings [the white coating inside which makes it more opaque] and some of my favourite makers:

Danish Holmegaard [pronounced Hull-meh-gore] and American Blenko [not much here in Australia that I’ve seen] Iitala from Finland and  Italian Murano [sometimes a bit fussy].

MURANO 3 FINGER VASE_mauve

I’m no expert though, clearly.
Having only just discovered Italian Empoli glass and realised a lilac genie bottle I sold earlier in the year was probably worth double the price.

genie bottle collections copy

Anyway whatever..  sometimes it’s hard to know without stickers or makers marks, though the quality usually is obvious…so like the excited little bowerbird, I just pick up what I like. Not to attract a mate [in fact it was having the opposite effect, all that stuff taking over his garage] but because it’s purty. And to quote John Keats and the movie version of Willy Wonka

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

 

blue glass flowers irises jug still life

According to the language of floriography sending the iris is a message of power.
Flower power then…?

Floriography was quite big in Victorian times, because they were all so bloody repressed I guess. Secret messages were often delivered in floral terms.

Anyway it’s not only the colour of roses that mean something, and I don’t mean how much cash you’ve got to spend, though if you send 999 roses to say: I will love you to the end of time, you are indeed also saying hello, I’m pretty awesomely cashed up, how ’bout it?

Twelve roses means Be mine, 13 apparently Friends forever.  Good to know. However send  me 12 or 13 roses of any colour and you can be mine good friend forever til the end of time. Thank you, come again.

Gerold Porzellan porcelain rose

FYI: 1 rose of any colour = simplicity or gratitude.

So I found this info here, if you

a] don’t believe me,

b] are inclined to learn more about the age old art [developed by the Turks in the 17th Century] of flower meanings or

c] want to learn what unconscious messages were delivered this Mother’s Day.

brown jug pottery china roses copy

Hoping you had a day of Peonies [good health & happiness] and did not recieve Geraniums. [You are childish]
Not that it’s such a bad thing. I like childish. You may have noticed…

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Better late than never: [Forget-Me-Not] click to arrange delivery of these arrangements if you so desire.

blue mid-century jug & handblown glass irises 

white Bavarian fine porcelain waffle vase & china rose

brown pottery milk jug, 3 vintage china roses 

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