In the span of my lifetime, it started with my Aunt Dee and her 70s gilded pendant lamps and filigree brass wall hangings.
Dee was the coolest aunt a fledgling gay could ever hope to have. Who wouldn’t want to emulate her style? She had her hairdresser hide AA battery packs in her updo so she could wear festive light-up dangly earrings in the early 80s.
In my adulthood – in collecting Wexford – it started with my father-in-law’s Scales of Justice. After his death, my husband wanted to convince me to bring it home, an easy sell once I recognized the scale pans were Wexford dessert plates.
The kitsch of it marries well to the hefty, fancy chunkiness of Wexford.
I am a fan.
Fast forward to this month, when I found a Hollywood Recency pedestal dish on a Goodwill auction listing. The dish is a Wexford salad bowl/punch base, and I needed it.
It arrived yesterday, and…
It. Is. Glorious.
A perfect counterpart to our scales.
In between those two points, I barely realized that I was subliminally dreaming a Regency dream, as I slowly thrifted bits and bobs of varied broken-down Regency-style creations.
And I had gathered a surprising amount squirreled away in a forgotten cabinet.
I see a way forward from here, cobbling together my own frankensteined Regency creations.
I have the parts to duplicate the pedestal dish, and maybe even make a larger version with the Wexford punch bowl.
I will have a mantle dripping with Hollywood Regency style.
wexford: a study 
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