She spies it over another woman’s shoulder. Just a passing glance but somehow she spots it: little pink and red petals peeking out from underneath an old cookie jar. She wonders if she is developing some sort of radar, a kind of vintage wallpaper magnetism.
The woman over whose shoulder she glances considers the cookie jar, turning it upon the shelf, tilting it, examining it. The tiny petals remain pinned beneath the ceramic base, hidden from view. At last, the woman lifts the cookie jar to peer inside. A suppressed gasp, widening eyes, and internal squeal of glee…Just as she suspected and yet even prettier than she thought, a charming rose floral on blue and white lace appears.