Having a place to sit and put on your make up, brush your hair, or take off your make up and cleanse your skin, brush your hair...the dressing tables were necessities before those huge mirrors with lots of lights in a bathroom.
A well devised dressing table in the home of my former husband's parents, perhaps belonging to their daughter. They lived in this house in Connecticut in the 50s before I knew their youngest son. All those little shutter doors along the wall look interesting too, don't they!
My mother's (Mataley Rogers) dressing table in 1937, before she got married (San Antonio, TX.) But since the caption is by someone else, I think this was in my father's album, and I think that's his picture in cap and gown on the left of mirror. There is certainly floral wallpaper evident also. She had this set of bedroom furniture (with a matching chest of drawers) the rest of her life. I remember as a young girl loving the sound the little handles made on the drawers. A clicky-clacky sound of metal. I probably drove her crazy making them click as she was putting on her "painted face."
Did I ever have a dressing table? No. But I did have a mirror which sat on my big dresser that had lights all around it and a magnifying side. It was fun back in the days when I painted my face, curled my hairs, and went out looking my best. Now I don't worry about it and figure my best is that I'm still here walking around!
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How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened. Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky