These silver purses have travelled great distances since they were made during the first part of the 20th Century. They belonged to my mother, an avid and informed collector of antiques and occasionally artworks. One of her oft told stories was about seeing a pair of original paintings in an art shop window on Shude Hill, Manchester. Despite their primitive construction she thought they captured the essence of this ‘dirty old town’ perfectly. She was tempted to buy but this was the austere time immediately following World War II which meant money was tight and there were hungry mouths to feed. She always regretted not being more reckless – the paintings were by L S Lowry. So here are some silver purses but no matchstick men nor smoking chimneys:
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These are precious!…
They are and now they are even clean – they buff up very quickly, I should do it more often 🙂
Thanks Graham – OnOne strikes again 🙂
Great image, Robin! Very silver, and I like your moody treatment of it…
Thanks Sue – not sure it has much to do with travel but what the heck 🙂
Love the shimmer. I have a modest collection of antique purses.
Thanks Julie – my mum was a collector of all sorts. I restrict myself to cameras, cars, motorcycles and books 🙂
That’s a pretty good collection of collections! My lifestyle doesn’t permit me to collect much of anything. My husband is the collector of the house. I try to make him carry all of it when he moves, but there’s so much that I end up carrying a lot.
Nice and different image.
Many thanks, glad you liked it.
Beautiful image-love the background-very different and the purses are marvelous-
Many thanks, very kind. The background is some tired potpourri which I intercepted on its way to the rubbish bin 🙂