Circa 1900 Art Nouveau Enamel And Pearl Flower Pendant. A fine Art Nouveau enamel and pearl flower pendant, the shaded blue, white and yellow enamelled flower head with brilliant-cut diamond centre, to each side a fan of leaves enamelled in shades from green to cream set with pearls at intervals, below four leaves and green enamelled stem and roots set with pearls, at the top a green enamelled hinged pendant loop, all enamelled on yellow gold, measuring 10cm x 8cm, American, circa 1900, gross weight 32grams.
Magnificent gold and enamel plique-à-jour pendant/brooch designed as a “Morning Glory”. It was once part of the collection of Ada Rehan, a popular actress of the late 19th century who starred in several Shakespearean plays.
Work signed Marcus & Co around 1900. Via The Newark Museum of Art collection
A beautiful scene I saw the road to Ural mountains - burned forest overgrown with fireweed. There were a lot of wildfires last year, this year gave a reprieve with all the rains, so scorched patches are slowly healing.
Painted on a piece of pale blue sea pottery. Available.
Dean (pushing his luck) "joke" flirting with Cas asking him to dispose of a body for him. "Come on man, you're basically my husband. The husband takes out the trash, it's in the contract."
"That is inaccurate. I'm also not your husband."
"We live together*, we have a kid, we sleep together** - and unless you've been doing some seriously under the radar canoodling, we're pretty fuckin committed. Face it, Cas, you're the Ricky to my Lucy."
Cas creases up his forehead, "So...you're my wife?"
Dean blinks. He blushes. He hadn't thought of that. "Um."
"I think I understand," Cas says, nodding to himself with his 'I got it' smile, "Yes. We are playing roles. I will 'take out the trash' while you 'sit there and look pretty'."
He stands to go.
"No, wait, Cas. I'm not-" his brain is firing all sorts of confusing, happy signals, "I'm not. Pretty." That's not what he meant to say.
Cas stops and leans in close to his face, examining him closely. Dean fights for his life not to make eyecontact, but he can't help it in the end.
"No," Cas says eventually, matter of fact, "You are my pretty wife."
Before Dean can surpress his own smile, Cas presses a swift kiss to his warm cheek and then disappears with a flap of his trench coat. Dean is left in their kitchen to touch the place Cas kissed him and try not to shake with happiness.
*cottage type situation, the two of them plus whoever wants to crash at theirs for a few days/weeks/months
**they sleep platonically in the same bed as best friends. They snuggle all night.