While sorting through an old cupboard, I discovered a small box hidden behind worn books. Inside were fragile, colorful glass tubes with tiny hooks. At first, I thought they were trinkets, but an older relative explained they were miniature vases once worn in men’s jacket pockets.
Each held a single flower—rosebud, lavender, or daisy—chosen for beauty and symbolism. More than fashion, it was a gesture of elegance, affection, or thoughtfulness, expressed without words. In a time before digital messages, such a detail carried weight.
The idea struck me: something so small could mean so much. Today, when life moves so fast, taking a moment to choose and display a flower feels almost radical. Though these vases now rest on my shelf, catching sunlight and casting soft colors, they still whisper of a world where style carried meaning.