Once, it was the darling of parlors and conservatories, the kind of bloom you’d find painted on tea sets and embroidered into Sunday dresses. The antique petunia still carries that same quiet formality, though now it grows with a more relaxed grace. Petals soft as worn velvet, colors tinged with the faint sepia of a well-kept photograph.
Its fragrance isn’t loud, but it lingers like a sentence left half-finished in a love letter.
You could call it old-fashioned, but that would miss the point. It isn’t clinging to the past. It’s simply never been persuaded to leave it behind.
And the frame…
The flowers you have gathered, like the portraits, landscapes, and improbable finds before them, were never meant for just any frame.
This one curves inward like the opening line of a secret. Its champagne gilt catches light the way a Parisian café catches conversation, warm, deliberate, and impossible to ignore.
Not ostentatious, but quietly certain it belongs in rooms where people linger, where glances return again and again as if drawn by some unspoken promise.
Fantastic as a solitary piece, commanding the space it is given, and even better when it conspires with five of its companions, turning a wall into a gallery and a room into a conversation.
Once, it was the darling of parlors and conservatories, the kind of bloom you’d find painted on tea sets and embroidered into Sunday dresses. The antique petunia still carries that same quiet formality, though now it grows with a more relaxed grace. Petals soft as worn velvet, colors tinged with the faint sepia of a well-kept photograph.
Its fragrance isn’t loud, but it lingers like a sentence left half-finished in a love letter.
You could call it old-fashioned, but that would miss the point. It isn’t clinging to the past. It’s simply never been persuaded to leave it behind.
And the frame…
The flowers you have gathered, like the portraits, landscapes, and improbable finds before them, were never meant for just any frame.
This one curves inward like the opening line of a secret. Its champagne gilt catches light the way a Parisian café catches conversation, warm, deliberate, and impossible to ignore.
Not ostentatious, but quietly certain it belongs in rooms where people linger, where glances return again and again as if drawn by some unspoken promise.
Fantastic as a solitary piece, commanding the space it is given, and even better when it conspires with five of its companions, turning a wall into a gallery and a room into a conversation.
13 1/4” x 16 1/2” x 1 1/2”
