A debutante of the past. Her chipped nose, missing flowers and spotted gown symbolize the fall we take with age. Her patina is what drew me to her. The early youthful naiveté under a layer of experience. She is that enduring belle of the dust to which we all shall return.
While waiting in a local thrift store I saw this little chipped fellow waiting for another shelf to collect dust on. The sticker with a wax crayon note said it all for me.