Woman with beaded lapels
What it is:
Cabinet card measuring 4.25 x 6.5 inches.
What I know about it:
Photographer is H. C. Voorhees of Meriden, Connecticut. Otherwise undated and unidentified.
Comments:
I blew up the neck/shoulder area pretty large to try to figure out what was attached to her outfit. I assume those are different kinds of beads. The ones on the fabric around her throat look like little chocolate sprinkles. The ones edging her lapels go in a 1-2-1-2 pattern of one pearl-like bead and two little florets. They look metallic in the scan, and the pearly ones look almost flat, like little watch batteries, though I think that may be a trick of the lighting or something. Hard to say. Anyway, whatever she’s wearing, she’s wearing it with pride.
Pics of Then 
Absolutely love old photos. My parent’s bought a house that came with tons of goodies from the last owners. One of my favorites was a picture of a young man plowing fields… it’s odd not to know his name, or his history, but it’s fun to assume you’re own story for him!
I agree! I love old photos for the same reasons. The photo of the man plowing the fields sounds wonderful. Thanks for visiting my blog, and I hope you continue to enjoy it!
I wonder how she would look with her hair down. I would eat those chocolate sprinkles off her throat, and that would assuredly also release her hair.
LOL, no doubt it would have had some effect on her. This photo came with another photo from the same photographer, an unidentified man whom I have always assumed was her husband, though I have no way of knowing. He looks rather uninteresting, so I’m sure she would have appreciated your attentions.
Some effect on her? My good friend I assure you that 30 minutes with me and she never puts her hair up again. She would have been forced to move away, as her cries alone would revealed her to be a ruined (or so they thought) woman. And I would have killed her fool husband in a duel!
For all we know, such a thing may well have happened! 🙂
And I would have whispered in her ear sordid stories while calling her my ‘sweet sprinkles’. She would have giggled, looking about nervously to see if anyone might have noticed. All she really thought about was my ravaging her, and she was enthusiastic in response, her dead husband long ago forgotten.
The first comment talked about the joys of imagining stories for these photos. I’m glad to see you getting so in the spirit of it! 🙂
Thanks for being such a good sport Matt.
My pleasure, Mike.