Those who know me know that I adore wings~
Especially ones lost by little French angels...
I want to share with you two of my treasured Christmas presents.
The wings above were my gift from one of my dearest friends, Lynn.
They were brought back from France by her friend. She always knows just what I love~
Old gold gilt layered paper, like rose petals applied by hand, one by one just like fish scales.
Each has an old metal hook to attach to the back of the alter boy alb.
They are 100 yrs. old.
They were worn in church ceremonies.
I Adore them everyday.
These darling wings are from my sweet friend Amy.
She found them in Paris at the Clignancourt flea market!
They are from the late 19th Century.
Worn in Catholic Churches for Christmas Pageants.
Old grayish white gauzy linen,
hand sewn thread stitching
slightly tattered in all the right places
So so so beautiful.
I feel holy just touching them~
I Love them so much.
So you see.... When you are given something that touches your heart in a way you didn't even know your heart could be touched that way.
You realize it is a moment.
A moment of being blessed by an Angel.
A moment that the gift of receiving from a friend is understood. It is not about the gift. It is about being loved by your friend.
It is understood that our life is simply a playground
to play with Angels~
Thank you Lynn & Amy.
With all that being said.
There are no rules to win these wings.
Simply tell me....
about playing with your Angels or why you need this pair of lost angel wings~
An angel will be visiting me to read your stories & draw your name from a basket.
photos 1,2,3,4 taken by FrenchBlue photos 5,6 from Fanciful Designs