MrQ brought me a couple of perfect pink rosebuds from the garden at our place on the River Blackwater the other day.
This morning they were at that full blown point of perfection just before they start to fade. No longer the fresh charm of the bud but that mature allure where the petals part to reveal the stamens and stigma.
It was pouring with rain so I put them outside to gather some raindrops. If a woman is described as blowsy it's not a compliment but old-fashioned roses are beautiful because of their blowsiness. It's not size zero appeal, more that of a well filled bustier as Sarah Raven says. :)